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 Slovakia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Michelle Simonal to the grime 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Sister Nancy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
The Angels of Light,
D'Angelo,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed,
Heaven 17,
Q65,
Ten City,
Mark Hollis,
The Wake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Interpol,
Magma,
Eve St. Jones,
T. Rex,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
X-102,
UT,
The Move,
June of 44,
Arcadia,
Minny Pops,
Jawbox,
Throbbing Gristle,
CMW,
The Pop Group,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Enemy,
Country Teasers,
The Dead C,
Joey Negro,
Sandy B,
Kurtis Blow,
The Toasters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Laurel Aitken,
Judy Mowatt,
The Star Department,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
Peter and Kerry,
Don Cherry,
Fat Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
ABC,
Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Zeros,
Black Bananas,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.