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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Days to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Bauhaus,
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quantec,
The Monochrome Set,
Grey Daturas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
U.S. Maple,
Essential Logic,
Nik Kershaw,
Howard Jones,
Half Japanese,
Model 500,
Eric Copeland,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
Malaria!,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
OOIOO,
The Offenders,
Piero Umiliani,
Minor Threat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crooked Eye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Main Source,
Fat Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
L. Decosne,
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
Carl Craig,
Robert Hood,
Erykah Badu,
Ronan,
Boz Scaggs,
Yellowson,
The Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slave,
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget,
Joensuu 1685,
Thee Headcoats,
Scan 7,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
Oneida,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Womack,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.