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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Dual Sessions to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
JFA,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerri Chandler,
Harry Pussy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crooked Eye,
ABC,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
Ultra Naté,
Cecil Taylor,
The Angels of Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lucky Dragons,
Dual Sessions,
The Fall,
Negative Approach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Star Department,
the Human League,
Robert Hood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Rapeman,
Tres Demented,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
Archie Shepp,
Cymande,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
The Martian,
Cluster,
Urselle,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Second Layer,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shoche,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Loose Ends,
Popol Vuh,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
Maleditus Sound,
48th St. Collective,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.