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 Namibia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pantaleimon to the crunk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Buzzcocks,
Eddi Front,
The Monks,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
Peter & Gordon,
Can,
Cameo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Barracudas,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Five Americans,
Davy DMX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
UT,
Clear Light,
Erasure,
Yusef Lateef,
Barrington Levy,
Minny Pops,
China Crisis,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
The United States of America,
Suburban Knight,
Franke,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
Intrusion,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
Smog,
Bobby Sherman,
Cluster,
Jerry's Kids,
Scrapy,
Soft Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Technova,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Gabor Szabo,
Fad Gadget,
Sparks,
a-ha,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pere Ubu,
Donny Hathaway,
New York Dolls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
Cecil Taylor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.