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 Sudan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vladislav Delay to the punk 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
The Young Rascals,
Sight & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Grey Daturas,
Ultra Naté,
The Fortunes,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
In Retrospect,
Radio Birdman,
A Certain Ratio,
Agent Orange,
Suburban Knight,
Ituana,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Womack,
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fall,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
Janne Schatter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gong,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Section 25,
Boredoms,
Agitation Free,
T. Rex,
Rotary Connection,
UT,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Colin Newman,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
the Germs,
Ronan,
The Cure,
Jeff Lynne,
Danielle Patucci,
Marvin Gaye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.