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 Vanuatu and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Archie Shepp,
Barry Ungar,
Swell Maps,
Little Man,
Fugazi,
Pantytec,
Anthony Braxton,
The Divine Comedy,
Bauhaus,
Arthur Verocai,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crime,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
Alphaville,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick May,
Joy Division,
Byron Stingily,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül,
B.T. Express,
Goldenarms,
Suicide,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
Chrome,
Graham Central Station,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
Guru Guru,
The Martian,
Kaleidoscope,
Delta 5,
Rod Modell,
The Vogues,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gladiators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gerry Rafferty,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.