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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Crime to the jazz 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Subhumans,
Khruangbin,
The Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Dual Sessions,
Clear Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lower 48,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Buzzcocks,
UT,
Babytalk,
Deepchord,
The Flesh Eaters,
OOIOO,
Isaac Hayes,
Tubeway Army,
Kenny Larkin,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Nas,
Index,
The Names,
Panda Bear,
Banda Bassotti,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alice Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fortunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rekid,
cv313,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young,
Main Source,
D'Angelo,
Infiniti,
Wire,
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
June of 44,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flash Fearless,
Pylon,
Jandek,
Donny Hathaway,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Halsall,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.