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 Mali and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chrome to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
a-ha,
The Divine Comedy,
Josef K,
Joey Negro,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Sound Behaviour,
Franke,
Erasure,
The Doors,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Association,
The Trojans,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Alton Ellis,
Guru Guru,
The Victims,
Camberwell Now,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
Unrelated Segments,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon,
CMW,
Unwound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dark Day,
Underground Resistance,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
Altered Images,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispy Ambulance,
Half Japanese,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
DJ Style,
Hoover,
Monolake,
Motorama,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sight & Sound,
Amazonics,
The Tremeloes,
Reagan Youth,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.