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 Eritrea and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 EPMD to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Sandy B,
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
China Crisis,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
Nik Kershaw,
The Leaves,
Dave Gahan,
Lakeside,
Davy DMX,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minny Pops,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Knickerbockers,
The Durutti Column,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Black Dice,
the Sonics,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
B.T. Express,
Easy Going,
Whodini,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
The American Breed,
Rufus Thomas,
Livin' Joy,
The Associates,
Sun Ra,
The Selecter,
Severed Heads,
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Standells,
Bobby Sherman,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Music Machine,
The Gun Club,
Scientists,
Groovy Waters,
Joyce Sims,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.