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 Kiribati and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 DJ Style to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
John Holt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Judy Mowatt,
Idris Muhammad,
Fugazi,
Patti Smith,
Godley & Creme,
the Association,
Moebius,
The Durutti Column,
Nils Olav,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fuzztones,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
Grauzone,
Swans,
JFA,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
Altered Images,
The Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aloha Tigers,
Erasure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dead C,
Wasted Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Lydon,
Blancmange,
Mo-Dettes,
Thee Headcoats,
Rites of Spring,
The Kinks,
Malaria!,
Scratch Acid,
Barry Ungar,
Jandek,
Television,
Alphaville,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MDC,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
The American Breed,
John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Darondo,
Prince Buster,
Junior Murvin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.