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 Australia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Altered Images to the jazz 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Invisible,
Malaria!,
Fat Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Lindisfarne,
Henry Cow,
Fear,
Simply Red,
Bauhaus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Average White Band,
Morten Harket,
Tres Demented,
Crooked Eye,
Jawbox,
Depeche Mode,
cv313,
The Doors,
The Stooges,
The Detroit Cobras,
AZ,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
Zero Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
Skriet,
Deadbeat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aural Exciters,
The Gories,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Shoche,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Buckinghams,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tubeway Army,
Kerrie Biddell,
Youth Brigade,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
The Dead C,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scratch Acid,
Anakelly,
Technova,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yazoo,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.