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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
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 snare 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
The Black Dice,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Half Japanese,
JFA,
Toni Rubio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brass Construction,
Ultravox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blake Baxter,
Monolake,
The Selecter,
Ohio Players,
Alphaville,
Maleditus Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
X-101,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Lebanon Hanover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brick,
Sugar Minott,
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls,
Vainqueur,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra,
Josef K,
Shuggie Otis,
Albert Ayler,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monochrome Set,
Howard Jones,
The Victims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Youth Brigade,
Eurythmics,
Cecil Taylor,
Archie Shepp,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Urselle,
Barry Ungar,
Thompson Twins,
Jandek,
Bronski Beat,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Lakeside,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television Personalities,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.