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 Honduras and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sparks to the grime 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lightning Bolt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Icehouse,
Scion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
The Happenings,
James White and The Blacks,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico,
John Coltrane,
Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Reuben Wilson,
Lyres,
the Normal,
Excepter,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Byron Stingily,
Tres Demented,
Eden Ahbez,
Sight & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Stereo Dub,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Sonics,
Symarip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Groovy Waters,
The Moleskins,
Fad Gadget,
Chris Corsano,
Ohio Players,
Moss Icon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Move,
The Kinks,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.