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 Germany and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pulsallama to the jazz 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
Sister Nancy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Zeros,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
Janne Schatter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Essential Logic,
Funky Four + One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy Collins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
a-ha,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cluster,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Barry Ungar,
Ken Boothe,
Echospace,
Anakelly,
Make Up,
Rapeman,
The Smoke,
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade,
Marmalade,
Colin Newman,
The Modern Lovers,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
Joyce Sims,
The Fuzztones,
Stereo Dub,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Altered Images,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Au Pairs,
Derrick Morgan,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
Lucky Dragons,
China Crisis,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.