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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Shadows of Knight to the grunge 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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Jawbox,
The Monochrome Set,
10cc,
Steve Hackett,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
Wasted Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Susan Cadogan,
Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
Black Bananas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Organ,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
Niagra,
Bobby Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pole,
Pulsallama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Mr. Review,
Aaron Thompson,
Quantec,
X-102,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suburban Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cramps,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
Yazoo,
The Remains,
Sexual Harrassment,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
Zapp,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers,
Deepchord,
Animal Collective,
The Victims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiohead,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.