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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the funk 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Jacob Miller,
Maleditus Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Joey Negro,
Glenn Branca,
Danielle Patucci,
Pagans,
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
Outsiders,
Pussy Galore,
Black Bananas,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moleskins,
Connie Case,
Bootsy Collins,
Anakelly,
Oneida,
Can,
Thee Headcoats,
World's Most,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
David McCallum,
Dawn Penn,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fugs,
Moebius,
Joe Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
JFA,
Kayak,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Fraelich,
Essential Logic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
Piero Umiliani,
Freddie Wadling,
E-Dancer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Motions,
X-101,
Magazine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacques Brel,
Scientists,
Sparks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
10cc,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
AZ,
The Buckinghams,
Minny Pops,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.