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 New Zealand and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Spoonie Gee to the disco 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Black Sheep,
Wasted Youth,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
Interpol,
Pole,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mo-Dettes,
Howard Jones,
the Slits,
MDC,
Crooked Eye,
The Grass Roots,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Severed Heads,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Angels of Light,
Steve Hackett,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Teasers,
The Fugs,
Simply Red,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mojo Men,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Aswad,
ABC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacob Miller,
Alice Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl,
Cybotron,
Fad Gadget,
Joensuu 1685,
Slave,
Jacques Brel,
The Smoke,
Marc Almond,
Saccharine Trust,
Camouflage,
Sam Rivers,
Scion,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Enemy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.