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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Lindisfarne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
D'Angelo,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wally Richardson,
Gichy Dan,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Index,
Skaos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Foxx,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronan,
Kas Product,
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Urselle,
Tres Demented,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DNA,
Porter Ricks,
Can,
Mad Mike,
Joensuu 1685,
The Associates,
Joey Negro,
The Mummies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Five Americans,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
Quantec,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sonics,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
Cameo,
Bauhaus,
Los Fastidios,
F. McDonald,
Mantronix,
Charles Mingus,
Stiv Bators,
Steve Hackett,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits,
10cc,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.