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 Guinea-Bissau and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Bizarre Inc. to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Heaven 17,
Fort Wilson Riot,
L. Decosne,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
Aloha Tigers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sister Nancy,
the Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maleditus Sound,
Junior Murvin,
The Cure,
Magazine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
Ultimate Spinach,
La Düsseldorf,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
Tubeway Army,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
Radiohead,
Jacob Miller,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Flag,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scrapy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skarface,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
The Martian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warren Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Fad Gadget,
Fatback Band,
Marc Almond,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erasure,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fall,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.