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 Panama and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Stockholm Monsters to the disco 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unrelated Segments,
Godley & Creme,
Silicon Teens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Moon,
David Axelrod,
E-Dancer,
Hoover,
Warsaw,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
Gichy Dan,
Zero Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doors,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
The Techniques,
Jeff Lynne,
Groovy Waters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
Janne Schatter,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül II,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Malaria!,
Sparks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scientists,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
Bang On A Can,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
AZ,
Second Layer,
Arab on Radar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Clarke,
Fat Boys,
Television Personalities,
Yellowson,
John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Hardrive,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.