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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Freddie Wadling,
Gichy Dan,
The Grass Roots,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Icehouse,
The Tremeloes,
Moebius,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
the Germs,
The New Christs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
Joe Smooth,
The Count Five,
The Wake,
Stereo Dub,
Lungfish,
Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories,
A Certain Ratio,
Rakim,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
Faust,
Average White Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arthur Verocai,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick May,
Fluxion,
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Bourne,
Alphaville,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kayak,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
June Days,
Alice Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Barry Ungar,
ABBA,
The Smiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Neu!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Holt,
The United States of America,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Cale,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.