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 Burkina and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 John Holt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Gong,
Crime,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Sheep,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
World's Most,
Magma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
Animal Collective,
Blossom Toes,
Spoonie Gee,
Sparks,
Rites of Spring,
Joyce Sims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monks,
Suicide,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joey Negro,
Albert Ayler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hardrive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
New Order,
Second Layer,
The Slackers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Y Pants,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Zapp,
Tom Boy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Prince Buster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
R.M.O.,
Nick Fraelich,
Marmalade,
The Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Faraquet,
Cheater Slicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yellowson,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.