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 Senegal and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Howard Jones,
AZ,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers,
Scratch Acid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
Matthew Bourne,
the Slits,
The Names,
Bobby Womack,
Animal Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mr. Review,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q and Not U,
Derrick Morgan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cowsills,
Eurythmics,
Toni Rubio,
Public Enemy,
Peter and Kerry,
Sam Rivers,
The Happenings,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
The Real Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
John Holt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gladiators,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Cameo,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
Motorama,
Sixth Finger,
X-102,
The Kinks,
Nico,
Scientists,
Cluster,
DJ Sneak,
The Techniques,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.