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 Zambia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
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 synthesizer 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 Theoretical Girls to the grunge 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Andrew Hill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MC5,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Christie,
The Offenders,
Bill Near,
Unrelated Segments,
Mars,
Can,
The Gladiators,
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
Desert Stars,
Main Source,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q65,
Sun Ra,
The Index,
Urselle,
Tim Buckley,
the Slits,
Josef K,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs,
Livin' Joy,
Sonic Youth,
Dawn Penn,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sound,
Little Man,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Erykah Badu,
The Saints,
Boredoms,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masters at Work,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Essential Logic,
kango's stein massive,
Bauhaus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
K-Klass,
Hot Snakes,
Nico,
The Busters,
Ludus,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.