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 Nepal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the punk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Stooges,
Pantytec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantaleimon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
Q65,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brass Construction,
Bill Wells,
Sister Nancy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Toni Rubio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Yellowson,
The Five Americans,
Scrapy,
Oneida,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Fraelich,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maurizio,
the Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Invisible,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cowsills,
Ohio Players,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters,
Deepchord,
The Saints,
Dave Gahan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gories,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marc Almond,
Flipper,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suicide,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.