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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 One Last Wish to the techno 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
the Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alison Limerick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
Magma,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
10cc,
Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
The Cramps,
These Immortal Souls,
Prince Buster,
The Skatalites,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
Ice-T,
Goldenarms,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
Rufus Thomas,
Monks,
Sight & Sound,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash,
The United States of America,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gladiators,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monochrome Set,
Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soulsonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James White and The Blacks,
David Bowie,
The Human League,
LL Cool J,
June Days,
Rapeman,
The Index,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alton Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.