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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gun Club,
The Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James White and The Blacks,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mr. Review,
Loose Ends,
Albert Ayler,
The Black Dice,
Terry Callier,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fire Engines,
Magazine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cowsills,
Gabor Szabo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Metal Thangz,
Sarah Menescal,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
Alison Limerick,
Skriet,
Thee Headcoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Walker Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
Bush Tetras,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hardrive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spandau Ballet,
Dual Sessions,
Howard Jones,
The Wake,
Fad Gadget,
The Divine Comedy,
Urselle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.