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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 Nils Olav to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DNA,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
The Mummies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
Blossom Toes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amazonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Steve Hackett,
D'Angelo,
Hashim,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Malaria!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pole,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Suicide,
Sun Ra,
Stetsasonic,
Cal Tjader,
Moby Grape,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
Lakeside,
Bad Manners,
Excepter,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Techniques,
Quantec,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
Darondo,
MC5,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
Kayak,
Pulsallama,
Stereo Dub,
Ronan,
Depeche Mode,
The American Breed,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.