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 Gabon and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blake Baxter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Trojans,
The Saints,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
Warsaw,
Joe Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
Duran Duran,
Camouflage,
Kas Product,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Underground Resistance,
Pantaleimon,
Drexciya,
Ossler,
Arcadia,
Hasil Adkins,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Almond,
Pantytec,
EPMD,
Carl Craig,
David Axelrod,
The Red Krayola,
Cluster,
Outsiders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
The Black Dice,
Bronski Beat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Bang On A Can,
The Evens,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Clear Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television Personalities,
the Normal,
The Star Department,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.