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 Japan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 The Divine Comedy to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
CMW,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Livin' Joy,
Judy Mowatt,
Essential Logic,
Harry Pussy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Letta Mbulu,
Minor Threat,
Mad Mike,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moody Blues,
EPMD,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Birthday Party,
UT,
Eli Mardock,
The Dead C,
Jawbox,
Brothers Johnson,
The Star Department,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Japan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gabor Szabo,
the Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fall,
Make Up,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gap Band,
The Fugs,
Howard Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Dolphy,
Fluxion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Josef K,
K-Klass,
The Happenings,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
Marmalade,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Deadbeat,
A Certain Ratio,
The Busters,
The Saints,
Rotary Connection,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.