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 Poland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 The Fortunes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 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 The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marmalade,
Joe Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
In Retrospect,
KRS-One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Underground Resistance,
The Kinks,
Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Golliwogs,
The Wake,
Khruangbin,
The Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dead C,
T. Rex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Icehouse,
June of 44,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bauhaus,
The New Christs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rufus Thomas,
Dead Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scientists,
Suicide,
The Barracudas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
The Knickerbockers,
the Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
The Stooges,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
Adolescents,
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
Camberwell Now,
Whodini,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.