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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 June of 44 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Moebius,
Section 25,
Kayak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Half Japanese,
Ludus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cymande,
Urselle,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Henry Cow,
Parry Music,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül,
Neu!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lakeside,
Moby Grape,
Niagra,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers,
Hot Snakes,
Jawbox,
Nas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
Country Teasers,
The Grass Roots,
Alison Limerick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
K-Klass,
Soft Cell,
the Association,
Unwound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Piero Umiliani,
E-Dancer,
Joyce Sims,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dave Gahan,
Roxette,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eddi Front,
These Immortal Souls,
The Stooges,
New Age Steppers,
Wire,
Cheater Slicks,
Rites of Spring,
Minnie Riperton,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.