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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Q and Not U to the crunk 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young,
Sparks,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
Sister Nancy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Index,
Cluster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Count Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Hill,
Deepchord,
MDC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Standells,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Sneak,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
Brand Nubian,
Circle Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Talk Talk,
Mandrill,
Prince Buster,
The Busters,
CMW,
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suicide,
Gabor Szabo,
Ornette Coleman,
U.S. Maple,
China Crisis,
Buzzcocks,
John Lydon,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane,
PIL,
Hardrive,
Scratch Acid,
Wire,
Black Flag,
June Days,
Cybotron,
FM Einheit,
Skarface,
The Doors,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.