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 Portugal and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Amon Düül II to the rap 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
Cybotron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rosa Yemen,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cramps,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
a-ha,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Youth Brigade,
Rotary Connection,
The Black Dice,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Massinfluence,
The Grass Roots,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
T.S.O.L.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funkadelic,
Sällskapet,
Shoche,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ten City,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
The American Breed,
Nik Kershaw,
Adolescents,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.