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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Pole,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
The Vogues,
Lalann,
Mandrill,
Rapeman,
Essential Logic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doors,
Sixth Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Leonard Cohen,
Joensuu 1685,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
Aaron Thompson,
Fluxion,
John Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Basic Channel,
World's Most,
Altered Images,
Mantronix,
Hardrive,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
Eli Mardock,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Henry Cow,
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
Jandek,
Visage,
E-Dancer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Throbbing Gristle,
David McCallum,
Roxette,
Clear Light,
Deadbeat,
Robert Görl,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Angels of Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
The Wake,
Skaos,
Swell Maps,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.