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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 U.S. Maple to the rock 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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skaos,
The Names,
Bob Dylan,
Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Near,
Anthony Braxton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
Adolescents,
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
The Index,
Lower 48,
Alice Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Fat Boys,
Infiniti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marmalade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Livin' Joy,
Moebius,
Roger Hodgson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erasure,
Chrome,
Sound Behaviour,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Fraelich,
The Divine Comedy,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Starr,
Grey Daturas,
Dead Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
Barrington Levy,
K-Klass,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
The Neon Judgement,
DNA,
Intrusion,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Sheep,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.