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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Piero Umiliani to the punk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
Young Marble Giants,
Tres Demented,
Siglo XX,
Scan 7,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Lynne,
Bush Tetras,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Litter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
Average White Band,
Mark Hollis,
Hashim,
John Foxx,
Kas Product,
Urselle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
The Pop Group,
Gang Green,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Bowie,
Glenn Branca,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Excepter,
Leonard Cohen,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott Heron,
AZ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erykah Badu,
Bang On A Can,
The Barracudas,
The Walker Brothers,
John Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Second Layer,
Adolescents,
Symarip,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
Y Pants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.