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 France and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Lalo Schifrin to the techno 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Funky Four + One,
Masters at Work,
The Trojans,
a-ha,
Icehouse,
Tears for Fears,
Kas Product,
Nirvana,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythm & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
MDC,
the Bar-Kays,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arthur Verocai,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gichy Dan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Average White Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Swell Maps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Womack,
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Starr,
Simply Red,
Letta Mbulu,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris Corsano,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500,
Fatback Band,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Halsall,
Arab on Radar,
John Lydon,
Pet Shop Boys,
DNA,
Fear,
Robert Hood,
James White and The Blacks,
The Durutti Column,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
CMW,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.