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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 R.M.O. to the rock 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Wake,
The Monochrome Set,
Spandau Ballet,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
Ten City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q and Not U,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Durutti Column,
Bush Tetras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Christie,
Gabor Szabo,
Skaos,
FM Einheit,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Invisible,
Lindisfarne,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deepchord,
Donald Byrd,
Ponytail,
David McCallum,
Rapeman,
F. McDonald,
B.T. Express,
Wasted Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
Thee Headcoats,
Eddi Front,
T. Rex,
AZ,
Qualms,
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Panda Bear,
China Crisis,
Kaleidoscope,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.