Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Venezuela and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sister Nancy to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Section 25,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Durutti Column,
Mad Mike,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Supertramp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Near,
Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slave,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Victims,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxette,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
Urselle,
The Gun Club,
Black Pus,
Graham Central Station,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
Newcleus,
Scratch Acid,
Duran Duran,
Rakim,
The Doors,
The Count Five,
Davy DMX,
Severed Heads,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Model 500,
Tommy Roe,
Vladislav Delay,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti,
Interpol,
Amon Düül,
The Skatalites,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed,
Ponytail,
Anakelly,
Deakin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Quando Quango,
The Neon Judgement,
The Red Krayola,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.