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 Samoa and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Certain Ratio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Dennis Brown,
Sonic Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
The Star Department,
Lower 48,
The Cowsills,
Wasted Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
X-102,
Oneida,
Livin' Joy,
Marshall Jefferson,
F. McDonald,
K-Klass,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
The New Christs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Clear Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Dave Gahan,
The Music Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Almond,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flamin' Groovies,
Byron Stingily,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
Ituana,
Quando Quango,
Basic Channel,
Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
MC5,
Godley & Creme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Starr,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
Arab on Radar,
Alison Limerick,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.