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 Turkmenistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tears for Fears to the electroclash 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Funky Four + One,
Inner City,
Pere Ubu,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
Loose Ends,
Josef K,
The Pop Group,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Divine Comedy,
John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Patti Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter & Gordon,
Goldenarms,
Scratch Acid,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Excepter,
Mars,
Simply Red,
Flipper,
The American Breed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wings,
The Five Americans,
Scion,
Byron Stingily,
The Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Supertramp,
David Bowie,
Scan 7,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alice Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Zapp,
Wally Richardson,
Silicon Teens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Second Layer,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.