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 Antigua and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rufus Thomas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slackers,
Warsaw,
Lungfish,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
The Fuzztones,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Juan Atkins,
Heaven 17,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blossom Toes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Bananas,
Yaz,
Symarip,
Second Layer,
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters,
Radio Birdman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Hill,
The Smoke,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Kas Product,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
World's Most,
Scion,
Hardrive,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pierre Henry,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
Severed Heads,
The Divine Comedy,
Whodini,
Chris & Cosey,
kango's stein massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy Collins,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris Corsano,
The Walker Brothers,
Altered Images,
Nas,
Roger Hodgson,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.