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 Namibia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Sex Pistols,
Y Pants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Josef K,
Circle Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Scratch Acid,
Dave Gahan,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Halsall,
the Association,
Spoonie Gee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Görl,
Ossler,
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
The Grass Roots,
The Cowsills,
Rotary Connection,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
One Last Wish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Style,
Sun City Girls,
The Cramps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drexciya,
The Standells,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
Terry Callier,
Flash Fearless,
The Shadows of Knight,
Desert Stars,
Warsaw,
Grauzone,
Surgeon,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül,
Babytalk,
Swell Maps,
Minutemen,
The Doors,
Eric Copeland,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
Hasil Adkins,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.