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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 The Doors to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jawbox,
Hot Snakes,
China Crisis,
Soul II Soul,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donny Hathaway,
Michelle Simonal,
Half Japanese,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Wake,
cv313,
UT,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Copeland,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dave Gahan,
Angry Samoans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deepchord,
Godley & Creme,
Pole,
H. Thieme,
Brand Nubian,
The Offenders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Albert Ayler,
Quadrant,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Golliwogs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thee Headcoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Terry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
Lower 48,
the Association,
Blancmange,
Chris & Cosey,
The Zeros,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
Average White Band,
Agitation Free,
Outsiders,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Halsall,
Lucky Dragons,
Loose Ends,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.