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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Maleditus Sound to the punk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magazine,
Jerry's Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shoche,
Radiopuhelimet,
R.M.O.,
Joe Smooth,
Lyres,
The Happenings,
Janne Schatter,
Barrington Levy,
Q65,
Sly & The Family Stone,
FM Einheit,
Loose Ends,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fall,
Joyce Sims,
Crime,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nirvana,
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
Connie Case,
The Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
Rekid,
Main Source,
Donny Hathaway,
Al Stewart,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
Spoonie Gee,
Anakelly,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
Sparks,
Echospace,
Ossler,
Liliput,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quantec,
the Slits,
Tomorrow,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.