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 Sudan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monolake to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Icehouse,
Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxette,
X-Ray Spex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Babytalk,
Harmonia,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Move,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Hill,
DNA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Danielle Patucci,
Talk Talk,
Liliput,
Josef K,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scion,
Neu!,
Pulsallama,
The Techniques,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Severed Heads,
R.M.O.,
Man Parrish,
Bill Near,
Niagra,
Yazoo,
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum,
Excepter,
Yellowson,
The Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
The Count Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pop Group,
Skriet,
Laurel Aitken,
Lightning Bolt,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
KRS-One,
Agitation Free,
Blake Baxter,
L. Decosne,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.