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 Maldives and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soft Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Crash Course in Science,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
Fela Kuti,
Shuggie Otis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Henry Cow,
The Associates,
Cluster,
Graham Central Station,
Dave Gahan,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
Morten Harket,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Inner City,
Buzzcocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat,
Minny Pops,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Althea and Donna,
Wasted Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Hardrive,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Interpol,
Public Enemy,
Aloha Tigers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hot Snakes,
The Pretty Things,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Fraelich,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gun Club,
Todd Terry,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.