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 Serbia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Heaven 17 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
John Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Basic Channel,
Echospace,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
John Holt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
Arthur Verocai,
The Five Americans,
Little Man,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Amazonics,
The Fall,
The Pretty Things,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Index,
Inner City,
Prince Buster,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Womack,
Model 500,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kurtis Blow,
Scientists,
Rekid,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
Aswad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barbara Tucker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fela Kuti,
Audionom,
The Doors,
Wasted Youth,
The Star Department,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Connie Case,
The Invisible,
Radio Birdman,
Magma,
Marmalade,
Ossler,
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.