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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
Kas Product,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid,
Pierre Henry,
Radiohead,
Prince Buster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker,
Howard Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Skarface,
Los Fastidios,
Malaria!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
The Gladiators,
The Buckinghams,
The Velvet Underground,
Tres Demented,
the Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Franke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slave,
Matthew Halsall,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
L. Decosne,
The Victims,
Anakelly,
Camouflage,
Barbara Tucker,
Dennis Brown,
The Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Drexciya,
Groovy Waters,
John Cale,
Avey Tare,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ten City,
E-Dancer,
John Lydon,
Aswad,
Zero Boys,
Moss Icon,
Hardrive,
Kerri Chandler,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang On A Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Scion,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.