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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the punk 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Don Cherry,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
Bronski Beat,
Lower 48,
Japan,
The Leaves,
The Five Americans,
Lyres,
Amon Düül,
Minor Threat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Make Up,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
The Trojans,
The Residents,
Pylon,
Blossom Toes,
Franke,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
The Litter,
Marc Almond,
The Gories,
The Golliwogs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Toasters,
Moby Grape,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantytec,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pere Ubu,
Arcadia,
The Happenings,
Dennis Brown,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
Mars,
Ultravox,
Susan Cadogan,
Qualms,
Underground Resistance,
Alton Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Circle Jerks,
David Axelrod,
Pet Shop Boys,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
Warren Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Al Stewart,
Marine Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
Lucky Dragons,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.