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 Laos and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Masters at Work to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Henry Cow,
The Star Department,
Warren Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Victims,
EPMD,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
D'Angelo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
Slick Rick,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
Average White Band,
Al Stewart,
Ponytail,
Scientists,
Second Layer,
Can,
Make Up,
Pantytec,
Michelle Simonal,
Harmonia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scratch Acid,
K-Klass,
Yellowson,
Marc Almond,
Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Symarip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
The Pretty Things,
48th St. Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
China Crisis,
Mantronix,
Connie Case,
New Age Steppers,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Girls At Our Best!,
Junior Murvin,
T. Rex,
Television Personalities,
Stiv Bators,
Funkadelic,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.