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 Peru and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Model 500 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Lungfish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Qualms,
Cal Tjader,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
Accadde A,
The Cramps,
Arab on Radar,
Radiohead,
Eric Dolphy,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Görl,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Kinks,
Sight & Sound,
Second Layer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Y Pants,
Al Stewart,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Alton Ellis,
X-102,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Black Dice,
Stetsasonic,
the Human League,
Cymande,
Kas Product,
Public Enemy,
Lucky Dragons,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T. Rex,
One Last Wish,
Cluster,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Skatalites,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
Babytalk,
Black Pus,
Andrew Hill,
Groovy Waters,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.