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 Bulgaria and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eden Ahbez to the grime 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Lakeside,
Franke,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris Corsano,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stetsasonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Erykah Badu,
Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül II,
The Cure,
Silicon Teens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magma,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultravox,
Pere Ubu,
Hot Snakes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chrome,
Idris Muhammad,
Minor Threat,
L. Decosne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Juan Atkins,
Smog,
Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Spandau Ballet,
Dennis Brown,
Mars,
Robert Hood,
The Music Machine,
The Mummies,
Sex Pistols,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABBA,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Letta Mbulu,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
The Zeros,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
Godley & Creme,
The Mojo Men,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.