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 Indonesia and from New York.
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 Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiohead to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Joe Smooth,
Skaos,
Radio Birdman,
In Retrospect,
Maurizio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Al Stewart,
Audionom,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sister Nancy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bob Dylan,
The Sonics,
The Selecter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultravox,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marine Girls,
X-102,
James White and The Blacks,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
Scrapy,
Susan Cadogan,
Erasure,
Porter Ricks,
Stiv Bators,
T. Rex,
Lalann,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masters at Work,
Alton Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slick Rick,
This Heat,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Rundgren,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
The Walker Brothers,
Scion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lindisfarne,
Country Teasers,
Mark Hollis,
Flipper,
Panda Bear,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.