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 Somalia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Scion to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Iggy Pop,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Mills,
Delta 5,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
The Dave Clark Five,
H. Thieme,
The Barracudas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Divine Comedy,
Malaria!,
Blossom Toes,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mojo Men,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
Bootsy Collins,
the Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
Underground Resistance,
Scrapy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun City Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dirtbombs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Normal,
Faust,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camouflage,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABBA,
The Zeros,
Index,
Circle Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.