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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sandy B to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Leonard Cohen,
New York Dolls,
Basic Channel,
Sällskapet,
Deadbeat,
The Happenings,
Minor Threat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
Aural Exciters,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
Grey Daturas,
Althea and Donna,
Inner City,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Black Dice,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Raincoats,
Jandek,
Franke,
Ten City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
Connie Case,
Stockholm Monsters,
Severed Heads,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thompson Twins,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fortunes,
Ice-T,
Bronski Beat,
The Names,
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill,
Alphaville,
Cheater Slicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Juan Atkins,
Black Sheep,
The Pretty Things,
Babytalk,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.