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 Palau and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Peter & Gordon to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Ronan,
Popol Vuh,
Moebius,
Sixth Finger,
ABBA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lungfish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nas,
Desert Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wings,
Soft Machine,
The Move,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
Lou Christie,
The Remains,
Godley & Creme,
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Bar-Kays,
Groovy Waters,
Soul Sonic Force,
June Days,
Infiniti,
Ossler,
Rotary Connection,
The Gap Band,
Moby Grape,
Mr. Review,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Absolute Body Control,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
Gichy Dan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Modern Lovers,
Alphaville,
Ohio Players,
Kerri Chandler,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
The Happenings,
Tres Demented,
Audionom,
Carl Craig,
Ice-T,
cv313,
Panda Bear,
Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Oblivians,
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.