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 Brazil and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eurythmics to the rock 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABBA,
Black Sheep,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amazonics,
Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
John Cale,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mars,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
Todd Rundgren,
Todd Terry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zapp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flash Fearless,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lightning Bolt,
Faust,
Circle Jerks,
the Sonics,
Roxette,
Zero Boys,
The Cowsills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mr. Review,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
AZ,
Erasure,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Skatalites,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
Ludus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ohio Players,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heaven 17,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.