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 Suriname and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DJ Sneak to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Eve St. Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Duran Duran,
Byron Stingily,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
Terry Callier,
EPMD,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Procol Harum,
Public Enemy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crooked Eye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints,
Eurythmics,
The Red Krayola,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rod Modell,
Blossom Toes,
Country Teasers,
The Martian,
Scott Walker,
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
The Zeros,
The Selecter,
Easy Going,
Barry Ungar,
Danielle Patucci,
the Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tommy Roe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mark Hollis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quadrant,
The J.B.'s,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra,
Jandek,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funkadelic,
David Bowie,
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Porter Ricks,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.