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 Germany and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Black Sheep to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moebius,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
The Seeds,
Ice-T,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxette,
The Stooges,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
UT,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force,
The Victims,
The Durutti Column,
Model 500,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
John Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Japan,
Barrington Levy,
The Fall,
Todd Rundgren,
Harry Pussy,
The Barracudas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shoche,
Eric Copeland,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
John Foxx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Darondo,
The Sonics,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
Arab on Radar,
Icehouse,
Scan 7,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
10cc,
Organ,
The Gun Club,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.