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 New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cymande to the electroclash 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Scrapy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doors,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mr. Review,
Sex Pistols,
Ossler,
Qualms,
Ken Boothe,
Wire,
The Wake,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Velvet Underground,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
Fear,
Jeff Lynne,
Subhumans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donald Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Urselle,
Visage,
Cal Tjader,
a-ha,
Crime,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
Hashim,
Scratch Acid,
UT,
Sonny Sharrock,
Archie Shepp,
Black Moon,
Easy Going,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Cure,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Fraelich,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dawn Penn,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Names,
Ronan,
Boredoms,
Skaos,
Quantec,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.