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 Suriname and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 A Certain Ratio to the jazz 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
PIL,
Cheater Slicks,
June of 44,
Nik Kershaw,
Eurythmics,
Inner City,
The Fortunes,
U.S. Maple,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Bananas,
Interpol,
Joy Division,
Quantec,
Erykah Badu,
Alison Limerick,
June Days,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Lynne,
The Wake,
Heaven 17,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Five Americans,
Kayak,
Slave,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Starr,
Sparks,
Young Marble Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hasil Adkins,
Dawn Penn,
Roxy Music,
Dark Day,
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Guru Guru,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
Derrick May,
Man Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks,
John Cale,
The Vogues,
the Association,
The Victims,
Spandau Ballet,
Mo-Dettes,
Model 500,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.