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 Malawi and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 funk 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag 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?
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Lynne,
Barbara Tucker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Ohio Players,
Glenn Branca,
Neu!,
Pantaleimon,
Stereo Dub,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
John Coltrane,
Aswad,
Hashim,
Fad Gadget,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Outsiders,
Roger Hodgson,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Style,
Khruangbin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Tommy Roe,
Erasure,
the Bar-Kays,
Bad Manners,
Aural Exciters,
Magazine,
David Bowie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronnie Foster,
Intrusion,
Basic Channel,
Stetsasonic,
Simply Red,
OOIOO,
Blake Baxter,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter and Kerry,
Quantec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
The American Breed,
The Music Machine,
Y Pants,
Derrick May,
Bush Tetras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Young Marble Giants,
Faust,
Barry Ungar,
Das Ding,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.