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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion 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?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Howard Jones,
Darondo,
Scrapy,
The Tremeloes,
The Cowsills,
Anthony Braxton,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
Ludus,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
Faust,
Harmonia,
Malaria!,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
Altered Images,
Radio Birdman,
Lyres,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yellowson,
Nas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alton Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Letta Mbulu,
Pole,
The Skatalites,
The Star Department,
Mantronix,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Dead Boys,
The Busters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Adolescents,
Matthew Bourne,
X-101,
The Toasters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scion,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
Shoche,
Masters at Work,
Pharoah Sanders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
This Heat,
Lungfish,
The Fugs,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.