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 Gabon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sugar Minott to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Danielle Patucci,
The Human League,
June Days,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Clear Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Fluxion,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
The Saints,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
Vainqueur,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glenn Branca,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Christie,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
Supertramp,
The Selecter,
the Bar-Kays,
Piero Umiliani,
Q and Not U,
Tim Buckley,
Minutemen,
The Fortunes,
Gong,
MC5,
Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lyres,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doors,
Janne Schatter,
Khruangbin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
Section 25,
Joe Smooth,
Faraquet,
Gichy Dan,
The Gories,
Warsaw,
Agent Orange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pagans,
Sandy B,
Bobby Womack,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
the Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Jerry's Kids,
Nils Olav,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.