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 Marshall Islands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 Mandrill to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Soulsonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
The Raincoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABBA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tears for Fears,
Roxy Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
T. Rex,
Fluxion,
Fatback Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blossom Toes,
the Association,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
Adolescents,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marmalade,
Maleditus Sound,
Von Mondo,
Ossler,
Black Flag,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
Goldenarms,
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints,
Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Anthony Braxton,
D'Angelo,
Aaron Thompson,
Thompson Twins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
Malaria!,
Pulsallama,
The Cowsills,
the Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Subhumans,
The Selecter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shuggie Otis,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joy Division,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.