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 Botswana and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Q65 to the techno 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jawbox,
Porter Ricks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sound,
Suburban Knight,
The Barracudas,
Juan Atkins,
Angry Samoans,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABBA,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
Ken Boothe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Hill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
Blake Baxter,
Soul Sonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Flag,
Dark Day,
the Sonics,
the Normal,
Roxette,
Nirvana,
Alice Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Patti Smith,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David McCallum,
The Fortunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Tremeloes,
Josef K,
Eddi Front,
PIL,
Dual Sessions,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.