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 Laos and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the techno 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
Archie Shepp,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Remains,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Section 25,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yaz,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column,
Mark Hollis,
Letta Mbulu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delta 5,
Ossler,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Essential Logic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Popol Vuh,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Starr,
Scan 7,
Mad Mike,
Organ,
Mission of Burma,
Barry Ungar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Altered Images,
Aswad,
David Bowie,
Todd Terry,
H. Thieme,
Darondo,
The Fire Engines,
The Motions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bob Dylan,
The Litter,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boredoms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.