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 Austria and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cameo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joensuu 1685,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cameo,
Ossler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harmonia,
The Techniques,
Fad Gadget,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul II Soul,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacques Brel,
The Tremeloes,
Q and Not U,
David McCallum,
New York Dolls,
Massinfluence,
Symarip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Near,
Alton Ellis,
Cymande,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Move,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Goldenarms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Urselle,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites,
Boz Scaggs,
The Durutti Column,
Blancmange,
Colin Newman,
Little Man,
Babytalk,
Vainqueur,
Von Mondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Niagra,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
Wasted Youth,
Aswad,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.