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 Micronesia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Duran Duran to the grime 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Hasil Adkins,
Gong,
The Knickerbockers,
Accadde A,
Bootsy Collins,
Yusef Lateef,
Eve St. Jones,
Nils Olav,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oneida,
Minutemen,
ABBA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jandek,
Jacques Brel,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Basic Channel,
Black Pus,
The Residents,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Stiv Bators,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fortunes,
The Index,
Erasure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Order,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joy Division,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Isaac Hayes,
Ituana,
Bauhaus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vainqueur,
Lindisfarne,
Carl Craig,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
a-ha,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aaron Thompson,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick Morgan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Smog,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.