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 Niger and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bauhaus 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Bananas,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Dolphy,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Style,
Guru Guru,
Talk Talk,
Goldenarms,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
Schoolly D,
Desert Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dual Sessions,
Wire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yellowson,
The Grass Roots,
Sun City Girls,
Procol Harum,
Pole,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Morten Harket,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mantronix,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monks,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
Fluxion,
The Music Machine,
Robert Görl,
The Fortunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
T.S.O.L.,
New Age Steppers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronnie Foster,
10cc,
Moebius,
Janne Schatter,
Ken Boothe,
DNA,
Wally Richardson,
The Star Department,
Reuben Wilson,
Shoche,
Andrew Hill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fatback Band,
Derrick May,
The Wake,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.