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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun City Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti,
Rotary Connection,
David Axelrod,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronnie Foster,
Brand Nubian,
Los Fastidios,
Television Personalities,
Chris & Cosey,
Second Layer,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dirtbombs,
Laurel Aitken,
Hashim,
Black Moon,
Eden Ahbez,
Chrome,
Danielle Patucci,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Durutti Column,
Prince Buster,
Max Romeo,
Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fall,
Japan,
Nirvana,
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delta 5,
The Skatalites,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
Das Ding,
The Slits,
kango's stein massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Style,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
The Saints,
cv313,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Icehouse,
The Barracudas,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Görl,
Guru Guru,
John Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.