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 Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Fluxion to the crunk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
X-101,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
F. McDonald,
Gang of Four,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Germs,
Ronan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fad Gadget,
Slave,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
PIL,
Agent Orange,
Camberwell Now,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Clarke,
The Victims,
Dark Day,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unrelated Segments,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
June Days,
Mark Hollis,
The Vogues,
Marine Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Minny Pops,
Technova,
The Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
The Tremeloes,
The Move,
Eve St. Jones,
Hashim,
The Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Eurythmics,
The Moody Blues,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
Pere Ubu,
the Human League,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.