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 Haiti and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 AZ to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
Accadde A,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Erasure,
Delta 5,
Franke,
Funkadelic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Archie Shepp,
Flash Fearless,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Mills,
The Human League,
This Heat,
Panda Bear,
Lungfish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Age Steppers,
Talk Talk,
The Toasters,
Little Man,
Rapeman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Porter Ricks,
Smog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jandek,
The Zeros,
Mandrill,
The Dead C,
Ludus,
Peter and Kerry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Kinks,
Moebius,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Names,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
the Normal,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.