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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grauzone to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eden Ahbez,
Crime,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deakin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lebanon Hanover,
MC5,
The Associates,
The Remains,
Simply Red,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
The Names,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party,
X-Ray Spex,
Camberwell Now,
Leonard Cohen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick May,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brick,
Blossom Toes,
Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eli Mardock,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aswad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Buzzcocks,
Archie Shepp,
The Star Department,
Procol Harum,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
ABC,
Lalann,
T. Rex,
June Days,
The Searchers,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
Television,
Bronski Beat,
The Busters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.