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 Luxembourg and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thee Headcoats to the crunk 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Prince Buster,
Marine Girls,
Second Layer,
Stereo Dub,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brick,
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Magazine,
Livin' Joy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Clear Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Heaven 17,
Ultra Naté,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Oblivians,
Bronski Beat,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
Bauhaus,
Ossler,
The Real Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sight & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Wolf Eyes,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Dolphy,
Los Fastidios,
A Certain Ratio,
Judy Mowatt,
Nils Olav,
John Holt,
The Gladiators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skriet,
Pierre Henry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.