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 Brazil and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Brand Nubian to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bluetip,
Grauzone,
Dual Sessions,
Royal Trux,
Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wings,
The Durutti Column,
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joy Division,
Roxette,
Chris & Cosey,
a-ha,
Bobby Sherman,
Howard Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
John Foxx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
E-Dancer,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Ultravox,
Nils Olav,
The Walker Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacques Brel,
Country Teasers,
Scan 7,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Josef K,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Techniques,
Yellowson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mark Hollis,
kango's stein massive,
Mr. Review,
Y Pants,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.