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 Switzerland and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
Gang of Four,
PIL,
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance,
MDC,
Neil Young,
Royal Trux,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cymande,
Suburban Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sarah Menescal,
Minnie Riperton,
Excepter,
Nas,
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
Bauhaus,
Bill Near,
E-Dancer,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ornette Coleman,
EPMD,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Altered Images,
The Victims,
Slave,
Darondo,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Green,
Marmalade,
Colin Newman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Metal Thangz,
Cluster,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry's Kids,
Clear Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eddi Front,
Funky Four + One,
Infiniti,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.