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 Colombia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Aloha Tigers to the funk 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Warren Ellis,
Inner City,
Scan 7,
Boogie Down Productions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Letta Mbulu,
The Tremeloes,
Patti Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
Little Man,
X-101,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield,
Prince Buster,
Roxy Music,
Schoolly D,
Faust,
Fear,
Sun Ra,
Liliput,
Hoover,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Roger Hodgson,
The Techniques,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Hutcherson,
World's Most,
Technova,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sex Pistols,
The Grass Roots,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
Agitation Free,
A Certain Ratio,
Cameo,
ABC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Five Americans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Adolescents,
Janne Schatter,
Brand Nubian,
Oblivians,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
T.S.O.L.,
Porter Ricks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Con Funk Shun,
Gabor Szabo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.