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 Spain and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Spandau Ballet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marine Girls,
China Crisis,
Drexciya,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida,
Lebanon Hanover,
Clear Light,
The Index,
The Cure,
Kas Product,
The Slackers,
These Immortal Souls,
Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deadbeat,
OOIOO,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Amazonics,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
Warren Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Trojans,
ABBA,
Susan Cadogan,
Los Fastidios,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare,
Thompson Twins,
The Moleskins,
the Sonics,
The Cowsills,
The Litter,
Young Marble Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Move,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
Average White Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Mantronix,
Malaria!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke,
Rites of Spring,
The Names,
Can,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.