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 Andorra and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Stiv Bators,
The Standells,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Lynne,
The Techniques,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
Underground Resistance,
Unwound,
The Moody Blues,
Pole,
L. Decosne,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
Silicon Teens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skaos,
JFA,
Swell Maps,
Scion,
Alison Limerick,
Slick Rick,
The Young Rascals,
Television,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Order,
X-101,
Scan 7,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
Malaria!,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slits,
Scrapy,
Joe Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wasted Youth,
Maurizio,
Adolescents,
The Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Schoolly D,
Suicide,
Derrick May,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra,
The Remains,
June Days,
a-ha,
Reagan Youth,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.