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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Model 500 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
Ronan,
The Monochrome Set,
Harry Pussy,
Shuggie Otis,
Heaven 17,
Motorama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Guru Guru,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gories,
Suburban Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
Quantec,
La Düsseldorf,
Colin Newman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Khruangbin,
Nirvana,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crooked Eye,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
a-ha,
Accadde A,
Bootsy Collins,
Unwound,
Roxy Music,
Robert Görl,
the Germs,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Gang Dance,
Model 500,
Grauzone,
Blossom Toes,
Roger Hodgson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Theoretical Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Teasers,
The Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.