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 Mali and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Buzzcocks to the techno 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Erasure,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick May,
The Blues Magoos,
The Divine Comedy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
Depeche Mode,
The American Breed,
The Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
Outsiders,
Quantec,
Joe Finger,
Godley & Creme,
New Age Steppers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Skatalites,
Morten Harket,
Franke,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
Rapeman,
John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Pierre Henry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Victims,
Alphaville,
Basic Channel,
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
U.S. Maple,
Davy DMX,
The Toasters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions,
Aural Exciters,
The Raincoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Animal Collective,
DJ Sneak,
the Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Pus,
The Slackers,
Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
Skarface,
Letta Mbulu,
Q65,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fat Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra,
The Gladiators,
Shoche,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.