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 Austria and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Letta Mbulu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Yaz,
Neu!,
Vainqueur,
The Saints,
Yazoo,
Bobby Sherman,
Morten Harket,
The Young Rascals,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young,
Fad Gadget,
Zero Boys,
Black Flag,
Dennis Brown,
Dawn Penn,
John Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sound,
Marmalade,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Second Layer,
June of 44,
The Pretty Things,
Hot Snakes,
E-Dancer,
The Human League,
Mars,
The Slits,
Section 25,
Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
Roger Hodgson,
In Retrospect,
James White and The Blacks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Subhumans,
The Modern Lovers,
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
Simply Red,
Boz Scaggs,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Henry Cow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker,
Eurythmics,
Carl Craig,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.