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 Chad and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minny Pops,
The Evens,
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hashim,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
New Order,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
the Bar-Kays,
Wings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Hood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brand Nubian,
Audionom,
Ludus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David McCallum,
Guru Guru,
Josef K,
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Urselle,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
Ossler,
The Tremeloes,
China Crisis,
Fat Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lindisfarne,
X-101,
Fear,
Underground Resistance,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swell Maps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Excepter,
Thompson Twins,
Organ,
Soft Machine,
Intrusion,
Mo-Dettes,
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.