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 Italy and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Certain Ratio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Connie Case,
The Litter,
Alton Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Sex Pistols,
Rapeman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fortunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bush Tetras,
Grey Daturas,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Young Rascals,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
The Dirtbombs,
The Golliwogs,
Yaz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slackers,
Hardrive,
Barry Ungar,
Essential Logic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chrome,
Albert Ayler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fugazi,
Blossom Toes,
Alphaville,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Simply Red,
Whodini,
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
Anakelly,
Desert Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
The Stooges,
Aswad,
Quadrant,
Tubeway Army,
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
The Slits,
The Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Newcleus,
Bobby Sherman,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.