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 Cyprus and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Scientists to the grunge 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
Half Japanese,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
Bootsy Collins,
F. McDonald,
Section 25,
OOIOO,
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
Magazine,
Nirvana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
Joyce Sims,
The Techniques,
Roger Hodgson,
Faraquet,
Negative Approach,
Intrusion,
Urselle,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Desert Stars,
Soul II Soul,
The Gun Club,
Soulsonic Force,
EPMD,
The Dead C,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
Deakin,
Bauhaus,
The Pretty Things,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
Throbbing Gristle,
Talk Talk,
The Invisible,
The Fugs,
The Martian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television Personalities,
Alice Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Mills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Morten Harket,
Alton Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
Swell Maps,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.