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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zapp to the electroclash 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Faust,
Radio Birdman,
Soulsonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Wings,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
Can,
The Kinks,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alphaville,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Fad Gadget,
48th St. Collective,
Yellowson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agitation Free,
Echospace,
Oneida,
Mantronix,
Erasure,
Joey Negro,
Scratch Acid,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Copeland,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hashim,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
Terry Callier,
Bad Manners,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
E-Dancer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Style,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Idris Muhammad,
Erykah Badu,
Rapeman,
The Remains,
Kerri Chandler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
LL Cool J,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
Quantec,
JFA,
Sonic Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.