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 India and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Lalann to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Searchers,
Thompson Twins,
Stetsasonic,
Skaos,
The Wake,
the Association,
The Fortunes,
John Holt,
The Stooges,
Delta 5,
Hot Snakes,
Ice-T,
The Blues Magoos,
Saccharine Trust,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalann,
Q and Not U,
Quadrant,
Japan,
Anthony Braxton,
the Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
The Pretty Things,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mission of Burma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Teasers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minny Pops,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mojo Men,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Connie Case,
Television,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Metal Thangz,
Joy Division,
Yusef Lateef,
Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glenn Branca,
The Associates,
Hashim,
X-101,
Wolf Eyes,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.