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 Malaysia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Shadows of Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Banda Bassotti,
Liliput,
Sonic Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves,
Newcleus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Reuben Wilson,
Livin' Joy,
Little Man,
Organ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Görl,
Second Layer,
Can,
Main Source,
Lou Christie,
Siglo XX,
Pantytec,
Althea and Donna,
Mark Hollis,
Tommy Roe,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
Terry Callier,
Deakin,
Alison Limerick,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gories,
Freddie Wadling,
Youth Brigade,
Iggy Pop,
Aswad,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Bourne,
Urselle,
New Age Steppers,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Foxx,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
Sparks,
MDC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABC,
Supertramp,
DNA,
Lungfish,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mantronix,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quando Quango,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.