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 Morocco and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Scott Walker to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Roxy Music,
Dead Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
New Order,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
Ice-T,
Soul II Soul,
Marvin Gaye,
Quantec,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Carl Craig,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vainqueur,
These Immortal Souls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Kinks,
a-ha,
John Coltrane,
Skaos,
New York Dolls,
Pantaleimon,
Television Personalities,
Robert Görl,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
Guru Guru,
Harmonia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flash Fearless,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
PIL,
Dennis Brown,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
Idris Muhammad,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bronski Beat,
Slick Rick,
Frankie Knuckles,
In Retrospect,
Freddie Wadling,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.