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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 rock 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Ten City,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Outsiders,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rapeman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Technova,
Half Japanese,
kango's stein massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Minor Threat,
Chris Corsano,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wasted Youth,
Howard Jones,
X-102,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris & Cosey,
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
The Smoke,
Metal Thangz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Porter Ricks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Niagra,
Ultravox,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brothers Johnson,
Unwound,
Spoonie Gee,
Skriet,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slits,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Sherman,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mummies,
Ultra Naté,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
48th St. Collective,
Urselle,
Lakeside,
The Litter,
ABBA,
Jandek,
The Human League,
Japan,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.