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 Moldova and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Charles Mingus to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Skatalites,
Theoretical Girls,
Deakin,
Dave Gahan,
a-ha,
Angry Samoans,
Crooked Eye,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
Panda Bear,
Davy DMX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
Warren Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultravox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
U.S. Maple,
Icehouse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erasure,
Ken Boothe,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
The Kinks,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun City Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
Stiv Bators,
The Fuzztones,
MC5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scientists,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
F. McDonald,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fall,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
Tubeway Army,
Infiniti,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.