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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terry Callier,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers,
Joyce Sims,
Colin Newman,
Dark Day,
Moebius,
Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
The Happenings,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s,
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
Cymande,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dawn Penn,
Oneida,
Outsiders,
Au Pairs,
The Vogues,
The Mummies,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
Skriet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
New Age Steppers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Davy DMX,
Iggy Pop,
Ossler,
F. McDonald,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonic Youth,
Slick Rick,
Khruangbin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boredoms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Godley & Creme,
E-Dancer,
Gang of Four,
The Tremeloes,
the Normal,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
Stereo Dub,
Chris & Cosey,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.