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 Finland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
The J.B.'s,
Roxette,
Wasted Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blossom Toes,
This Heat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bob Dylan,
Bauhaus,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Görl,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
Young Marble Giants,
Unwound,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Bourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Techniques,
Symarip,
Circle Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
Mr. Review,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
China Crisis,
Alice Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
Althea and Donna,
Lucky Dragons,
the Germs,
Soft Machine,
Sugar Minott,
H. Thieme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Television,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Altered Images,
Ponytail,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
Mantronix,
Hoover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Invisible,
X-101,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
Mission of Burma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gories,
June Days,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.