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 Mexico and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
Faraquet,
Sonny Sharrock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Television Personalities,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fatback Band,
ABC,
Josef K,
Los Fastidios,
Kurtis Blow,
Rosa Yemen,
Q and Not U,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cybotron,
Cheater Slicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang On A Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crime,
Curtis Mayfield,
The J.B.'s,
Groovy Waters,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
X-101,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Buzzcocks,
Suburban Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Subhumans,
New Order,
Iggy Pop,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABBA,
Joey Negro,
Stereo Dub,
The Velvet Underground,
the Slits,
H. Thieme,
The Smoke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Carl Craig,
Terry Callier,
Tres Demented,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dave Gahan,
Judy Mowatt,
Pulsallama,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.