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 Turkey and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 These Immortal Souls to the crunk 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Gichy Dan,
the Association,
The Monochrome Set,
Leonard Cohen,
Rakim,
The Mummies,
Franke,
Pere Ubu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Inner City,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Blossom Toes,
John Lydon,
Soulsonic Force,
New Order,
Parry Music,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad,
Flipper,
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans,
The Misunderstood,
Joey Negro,
Main Source,
Shoche,
Unwound,
Ornette Coleman,
Ken Boothe,
The Gladiators,
Radiohead,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pagans,
Junior Murvin,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gap Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Vladislav Delay,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Aaron Thompson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.