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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Edmonton and Taipei.
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 spring reverb 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 Matthew Bourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
Neu!,
Accadde A,
The Standells,
Arcadia,
Fat Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Duran Duran,
Jandek,
Alton Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
Bootsy Collins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Angels of Light,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skarface,
The Grass Roots,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warsaw,
David Bowie,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mad Mike,
The New Christs,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
Stetsasonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joyce Sims,
Danielle Patucci,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter & Gordon,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Simply Red,
Public Enemy,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
Masters at Work,
Bill Wells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cybotron,
Chris Corsano,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.