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 Monaco and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Agitation Free to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Move,
The Martian,
Audionom,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
Chrome,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
Gabor Szabo,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
Anakelly,
Thompson Twins,
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sound Behaviour,
Smog,
T.S.O.L.,
Duran Duran,
Tears for Fears,
ABC,
Tubeway Army,
Simply Red,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Michelle Simonal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris Corsano,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kayak,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
Leonard Cohen,
The Young Rascals,
Visage,
the Association,
Bobby Sherman,
Thee Headcoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Public Enemy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anthony Braxton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Urselle,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.