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 Gabon and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the dance 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Skriet,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
Gichy Dan,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo,
The Happenings,
Barry Ungar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
David Bowie,
Camouflage,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
Newcleus,
The Techniques,
Mary Jane Girls,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet,
Fluxion,
CMW,
Scrapy,
Hardrive,
Henry Cow,
Skaos,
Con Funk Shun,
The Vogues,
Al Stewart,
The Velvet Underground,
Toni Rubio,
The Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Slick Rick,
T. Rex,
DJ Sneak,
Television,
Porter Ricks,
Prince Buster,
Visage,
Jacques Brel,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
Los Fastidios,
Cybotron,
Minor Threat,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Normal,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Parrish,
Technova,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.