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 Algeria and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the punk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Saints,
10cc,
Archie Shepp,
Lindisfarne,
Rites of Spring,
Liliput,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sixth Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
Agent Orange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blancmange,
Idris Muhammad,
Flipper,
Quantec,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy Collins,
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Morten Harket,
Mo-Dettes,
Los Fastidios,
The Martian,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Certain Ratio,
ABC,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Main Source,
The American Breed,
Alton Ellis,
Zero Boys,
DJ Sneak,
John Foxx,
Chrome,
Index,
The Trojans,
Black Moon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
JFA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Sherman,
the Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
World's Most,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.