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 Tonga and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Derrick Morgan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Deadbeat,
The Tremeloes,
Ludus,
Graham Central Station,
Dawn Penn,
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Bananas,
Alphaville,
Cluster,
Toni Rubio,
Pierre Henry,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skarface,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Pole,
Donald Byrd,
John Lydon,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harmonia,
Al Stewart,
Mission of Burma,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra,
Little Man,
Bill Wells,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blues Magoos,
Crooked Eye,
John Foxx,
Gang Starr,
Jandek,
Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
The Martian,
Livin' Joy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
H. Thieme,
Qualms,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.