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 Uganda and from Halifax.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Alice Coltrane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The American Breed,
Magma,
kango's stein massive,
Desert Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Gong,
Motorama,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blues Magoos,
Marine Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Juan Atkins,
David Bowie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MDC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scott Walker,
Michelle Simonal,
Hardrive,
Loose Ends,
Roxette,
Nils Olav,
Jacob Miller,
Erykah Badu,
Pagans,
Audionom,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
F. McDonald,
The Modern Lovers,
Marvin Gaye,
Boz Scaggs,
Eurythmics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Pus,
Cecil Taylor,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
Tom Boy,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
Babytalk,
Ornette Coleman,
Qualms,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.