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 Costa Rica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Throbbing Gristle to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q and Not U,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Beau Brummels,
Wally Richardson,
Hot Snakes,
CMW,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Starr,
Sparks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Clear Light,
Boredoms,
Quadrant,
Urselle,
Gang Green,
MC5,
Fad Gadget,
Mo-Dettes,
Saccharine Trust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun City Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brass Construction,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magma,
Charles Mingus,
Wolf Eyes,
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
Susan Cadogan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The American Breed,
Zapp,
Lindisfarne,
Sandy B,
The Sonics,
Erasure,
Reagan Youth,
Liliput,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Hill,
Harry Pussy,
The Skatalites,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra,
Monolake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.