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 Azerbaijan and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Erasure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Niagra,
Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Flipper,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ken Boothe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
Scientists,
Stockholm Monsters,
Silicon Teens,
Blake Baxter,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mantronix,
Eve St. Jones,
Howard Jones,
The Associates,
Anakelly,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang of Four,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minutemen,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare,
Nico,
Kayak,
Joy Division,
Infiniti,
Marvin Gaye,
B.T. Express,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
the Sonics,
Easy Going,
Warren Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faust,
Deepchord,
Black Sheep,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
Man Parrish,
The Techniques,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young,
The Star Department,
The Gladiators,
Fat Boys,
The Smoke,
Monolake,
Danielle Patucci,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.