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 Philippines and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Agitation Free to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Supertramp,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang On A Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
Cal Tjader,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Urselle,
The Litter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faust,
The Star Department,
Bauhaus,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls,
OOIOO,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mars,
Cybotron,
Brass Construction,
The Cowsills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
MC5,
Brand Nubian,
The Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Siglo XX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crime,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.