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 Canada and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Mandrill to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
Duran Duran,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alphaville,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
Porter Ricks,
Hashim,
Scientists,
Spandau Ballet,
The Trojans,
Ken Boothe,
Jawbox,
The Move,
Thee Headcoats,
Joey Negro,
Scratch Acid,
Fad Gadget,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
Soul II Soul,
Michelle Simonal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Sneak,
Roxette,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Names,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Negative Approach,
Bill Wells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Supertramp,
Bronski Beat,
June of 44,
Zapp,
Wire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Talk Talk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül II,
Brand Nubian,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Starr,
Thompson Twins,
Mr. Review,
Spoonie Gee,
Interpol,
CMW,
Steve Hackett,
the Slits,
The Associates,
Ronnie Foster,
Television,
David Axelrod,
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants,
Theoretical Girls,
Second Layer,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.