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 Niger and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Grauzone to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Robert Hood,
Icehouse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Kayak,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reuben Wilson,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxette,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Mr. Review,
Eurythmics,
Freddie Wadling,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smoke,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Terry,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Roger Hodgson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fad Gadget,
Delta 5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Holt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lindisfarne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
These Immortal Souls,
The Raincoats,
The Motions,
Simply Red,
Vladislav Delay,
Sparks,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
The Wake,
Mark Hollis,
Thompson Twins,
Gang of Four,
Basic Channel,
DNA,
Rekid,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harry Pussy,
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring,
Neu!,
Ice-T,
Gang Starr,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.