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 Albania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Deakin to the rap 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vladislav Delay,
Mark Hollis,
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
Popol Vuh,
Black Flag,
Aloha Tigers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ten City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rotary Connection,
L. Decosne,
The Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
Guru Guru,
Severed Heads,
Model 500,
Faust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
KRS-One,
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
AZ,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
The Names,
Thompson Twins,
Average White Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Max Romeo,
Visage,
H. Thieme,
James White and The Blacks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
Chris Corsano,
Japan,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
the Bar-Kays,
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magazine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faraquet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skriet,
Derrick Morgan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Vogues,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.