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 East Timor and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Stereo Dub 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
the Slits,
Pagans,
James White and The Blacks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kurtis Blow,
10cc,
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
Von Mondo,
Jandek,
Soft Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gichy Dan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Stooges,
Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Hill,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Style,
The Barracudas,
Surgeon,
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arthur Verocai,
Outsiders,
Rites of Spring,
Motorama,
Masters at Work,
Jerry's Kids,
Quadrant,
a-ha,
Kenny Larkin,
John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
The Victims,
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Franke,
Public Enemy,
the Sonics,
Yellowson,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
Interpol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lightning Bolt,
The Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Reuben Wilson,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.