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 Paraguay and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Goldenarms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Cure,
OOIOO,
Cheater Slicks,
a-ha,
Roxette,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
Visage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Little Man,
Das Ding,
The Count Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Qualms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crime,
Fear,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Copeland,
The Fuzztones,
Roger Hodgson,
The Busters,
Lucky Dragons,
Barry Ungar,
Heaven 17,
Anakelly,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Pus,
Trumans Water,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scrapy,
Michelle Simonal,
Godley & Creme,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vladislav Delay,
Yaz,
Idris Muhammad,
T. Rex,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantytec,
Niagra,
Angry Samoans,
Popol Vuh,
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mark Hollis,
the Bar-Kays,
Flipper,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.