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 Serbia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Mark Hollis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Rundgren,
the Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
Leonard Cohen,
F. McDonald,
Donald Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Stiv Bators,
The Gladiators,
The Kinks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
the Sonics,
Index,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
The Wake,
The Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Danielle Patucci,
Scion,
June of 44,
June Days,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David McCallum,
Matthew Halsall,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Osbourne,
Intrusion,
Underground Resistance,
Motorama,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Holt,
Television Personalities,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Idris Muhammad,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.