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 Austria and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 K-Klass to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marmalade,
Robert Görl,
Barbara Tucker,
China Crisis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
Mad Mike,
Lyres,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
LL Cool J,
Lower 48,
Babytalk,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
Leonard Cohen,
Alice Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mo-Dettes,
Wolf Eyes,
Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
Bill Wells,
Ronan,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Hill,
The Pretty Things,
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
A Certain Ratio,
Amazonics,
Quantec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Bowie,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Selecter,
Cameo,
Ten City,
Rekid,
Jandek,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.