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 Poland 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Davy DMX,
Eddi Front,
Soulsonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Sight & Sound,
Fear,
Rapeman,
the Human League,
Au Pairs,
Deepchord,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pierre Henry,
Alice Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Lindisfarne,
Symarip,
The Happenings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nirvana,
Rhythm & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
Don Cherry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
Ultravox,
Sam Rivers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drexciya,
The Busters,
Lee Hazlewood,
B.T. Express,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Juan Atkins,
UT,
Television,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Patti Smith,
Urselle,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Sonics,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
Mandrill,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.