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 Ivory Coast and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Delta 5 to the funk 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Sneak,
Pharoah Sanders,
T.S.O.L.,
Brothers Johnson,
The Last Poets,
Au Pairs,
Agent Orange,
Con Funk Shun,
The Happenings,
The Fuzztones,
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics,
The Toasters,
PIL,
Moby Grape,
Sight & Sound,
June Days,
Lakeside,
Throbbing Gristle,
The J.B.'s,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Stooges,
Interpol,
Josef K,
Man Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Essential Logic,
Chris Corsano,
Roger Hodgson,
A Certain Ratio,
The Evens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Age Steppers,
Wally Richardson,
Severed Heads,
DNA,
Glenn Branca,
Animal Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rites of Spring,
Banda Bassotti,
Darondo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Techniques,
AZ,
Barrington Levy,
Minnie Riperton,
Boredoms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.