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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Negative Approach to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Hot Snakes,
Arab on Radar,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blues Magoos,
Nas,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Fraelich,
Minor Threat,
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
Scrapy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Half Japanese,
Yazoo,
Desert Stars,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
the Sonics,
The Offenders,
Wasted Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Almond,
This Heat,
Danielle Patucci,
Kurtis Blow,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bauhaus,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Style,
Moby Grape,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
Vladislav Delay,
kango's stein massive,
John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Bob Dylan,
The Residents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cymande,
E-Dancer,
Motorama,
Lungfish,
Quadrant,
Sugar Minott,
Camouflage,
Jawbox,
Black Bananas,
Idris Muhammad,
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Rundgren,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.