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 Sierra Leone and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Technova to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Piero Umiliani,
Essential Logic,
In Retrospect,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monochrome Set,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonic Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delta 5,
Wasted Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Metal Thangz,
Japan,
The Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
a-ha,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
D'Angelo,
Audionom,
Janne Schatter,
Mission of Burma,
The Golliwogs,
Groovy Waters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Johnny Clarke,
Bronski Beat,
Kaleidoscope,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arthur Verocai,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aloha Tigers,
Scientists,
Bush Tetras,
Ronnie Foster,
The Zeros,
Panda Bear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The United States of America,
The Fall,
Brass Construction,
The Grass Roots,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Young Marble Giants,
Liliput,
The Gap Band,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.