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 China and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Camouflage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Freddie Wadling,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
The Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moss Icon,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Saints,
Sparks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Audionom,
The Red Krayola,
Pylon,
JFA,
Black Sheep,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks,
UT,
Lakeside,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force,
Mars,
Nik Kershaw,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Magma,
The Gap Band,
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marvin Gaye,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Teasers,
Jerry's Kids,
David McCallum,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Halsall,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence,
MDC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Godley & Creme,
Heaven 17,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drexciya,
Byron Stingily,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.