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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skaos to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Hot Snakes,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Mars,
Massinfluence,
The Standells,
Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
10cc,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
FM Einheit,
Moby Grape,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
This Heat,
John Cale,
Ronan,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alton Ellis,
Organ,
Essential Logic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-101,
Freddie Wadling,
Aswad,
Wally Richardson,
JFA,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Happenings,
Suicide,
Gang of Four,
Chris & Cosey,
Michelle Simonal,
Make Up,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
Gichy Dan,
The Monks,
Japan,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
One Last Wish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pole,
Ohio Players,
The Real Kids,
Pere Ubu,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Terry,
John Lydon,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.