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 Bulgaria and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maleditus Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Blossom Toes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oneida,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
Eddi Front,
Moby Grape,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
The Cramps,
AZ,
Joe Smooth,
The Offenders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker,
The Dirtbombs,
Neu!,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monochrome Set,
China Crisis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Au Pairs,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABC,
Ludus,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Das Ding,
Stiv Bators,
The Mojo Men,
Maleditus Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pretty Things,
The Buckinghams,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Association,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yaz,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moleskins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Copeland,
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
Soulsonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smiths,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.