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 Tanzania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Hardrive to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Index,
The Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
Negative Approach,
Ituana,
Icehouse,
Marmalade,
E-Dancer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Hill,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dave Gahan,
Smog,
June of 44,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat,
The Pretty Things,
Technova,
The Sound,
Nas,
Don Cherry,
Rekid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Essential Logic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anthony Braxton,
Bronski Beat,
The Angels of Light,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Holt,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
Brothers Johnson,
Malaria!,
Masters at Work,
Mark Hollis,
The Offenders,
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Terry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
David Bowie,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
The Associates,
Au Pairs,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.