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 Turkmenistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Minnie Riperton to the disco 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Donny Hathaway,
Blossom Toes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skarface,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donald Byrd,
Rapeman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun City Girls,
Erasure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Hood,
Icehouse,
Patti Smith,
CMW,
Byron Stingily,
Don Cherry,
Oneida,
Mars,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Association,
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roger Hodgson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
Mr. Review,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
Pulsallama,
Vainqueur,
The Invisible,
Radiohead,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
Symarip,
Vladislav Delay,
Reagan Youth,
Marine Girls,
Darondo,
Zero Boys,
Von Mondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aswad,
Mo-Dettes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fuzztones,
Gabor Szabo,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.