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 Iran and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Barclay James Harvest to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blues Magoos,
Slave,
F. McDonald,
Schoolly D,
Mars,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
B.T. Express,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül,
JFA,
Organ,
This Heat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swans,
cv313,
Lungfish,
June of 44,
Blossom Toes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxette,
Grey Daturas,
Black Bananas,
Neu!,
The Red Krayola,
Thompson Twins,
Arab on Radar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shoche,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
Terry Callier,
Howard Jones,
Rapeman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Pole,
The Velvet Underground,
Brand Nubian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hashim,
Tom Boy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Music Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faraquet,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül II,
EPMD,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.