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 Philippines and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Surgeon,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
the Normal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
Los Fastidios,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Selecter,
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
Excepter,
Zero Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
D'Angelo,
The Music Machine,
Royal Trux,
Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Roger Hodgson,
Iggy Pop,
Juan Atkins,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
a-ha,
Saccharine Trust,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare,
Suicide,
F. McDonald,
Ronan,
8 Eyed Spy,
June Days,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiohead,
Ultravox,
Gabor Szabo,
Magazine,
Essential Logic,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
CMW,
Tommy Roe,
Oblivians,
Scion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Archie Shepp,
Funky Four + One,
Lalann,
B.T. Express,
Symarip,
Visage,
Liliput,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
The Real Kids,
Average White Band,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.