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 Taiwan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Davy DMX 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Sonic Youth,
The Remains,
Wings,
Sun City Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Malaria!,
Con Funk Shun,
Janne Schatter,
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Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Seeds,
Neil Young,
Peter & Gordon,
Trumans Water,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nico,
Minor Threat,
Bob Dylan,
Pagans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ludus,
The Searchers,
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
OOIOO,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Terry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
The Martian,
Smog,
The Real Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Easy Going,
Pierre Henry,
Harry Pussy,
Howard Jones,
The Toasters,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
Cal Tjader,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.