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 Uzbekistan and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Urselle to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Max Romeo,
Liliput,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Marmalade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scan 7,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
F. McDonald,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Funky Four + One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
The Mojo Men,
Inner City,
X-101,
The Gladiators,
Ponytail,
Reuben Wilson,
Funkadelic,
Cheater Slicks,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
John Holt,
The Searchers,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick Morgan,
Bush Tetras,
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
The Fall,
Alice Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stereo Dub,
Nils Olav,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
Section 25,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
Ituana,
Kerri Chandler,
Cecil Taylor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wire,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.