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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Piero Umiliani to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anthony Braxton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Tremeloes,
Pylon,
Bad Manners,
Con Funk Shun,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flipper,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick May,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Tom Boy,
Symarip,
Yazoo,
Soulsonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Mo-Dettes,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
Saccharine Trust,
Lucky Dragons,
Franke,
Procol Harum,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mission of Burma,
Circle Jerks,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
Cluster,
Sister Nancy,
Pulsallama,
Kayak,
Blossom Toes,
The Barracudas,
Prince Buster,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deakin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mojo Men,
Second Layer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Fania All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ossler,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.