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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Marmalade to the crunk 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dead C,
Crash Course in Science,
Deakin,
Marmalade,
Model 500,
Absolute Body Control,
Josef K,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zero Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aswad,
H. Thieme,
Aaron Thompson,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
The Techniques,
Cheater Slicks,
Quando Quango,
Kerrie Biddell,
Subhumans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rufus Thomas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aural Exciters,
Chris Corsano,
Jandek,
Porter Ricks,
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
Minutemen,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
Nirvana,
The Names,
The Neon Judgement,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mark Hollis,
Bad Manners,
Television,
Gang of Four,
Dead Boys,
The Seeds,
The Offenders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
The Buckinghams,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.