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 Peru and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Crime to the jazz 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Young Marble Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Pylon,
Radio Birdman,
Chris Corsano,
The Gladiators,
Nik Kershaw,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Easy Going,
John Foxx,
Mo-Dettes,
Liliput,
Dual Sessions,
The Pop Group,
The Grass Roots,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pulsallama,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
Faraquet,
Slave,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Frankie Knuckles,
cv313,
Crooked Eye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kayak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Camberwell Now,
The Young Rascals,
Oneida,
Joy Division,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Symarip,
Sound Behaviour,
Flipper,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Copeland,
Stiv Bators,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris & Cosey,
ABC,
The Standells,
Audionom,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q and Not U,
The Leaves,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.