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 Monaco and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Terry to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Bronski Beat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
Sugar Minott,
Wire,
Soft Machine,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
R.M.O.,
Josef K,
Joensuu 1685,
The Raincoats,
ABC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Schoolly D,
John Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Almond,
Minnie Riperton,
Archie Shepp,
Angry Samoans,
Charles Mingus,
Circle Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Con Funk Shun,
Laurel Aitken,
Suicide,
Vainqueur,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe,
Rites of Spring,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Ten City,
Jandek,
Section 25,
Reagan Youth,
Moebius,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacques Brel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantaleimon,
The Star Department,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
Newcleus,
Swell Maps,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Womack,
Absolute Body Control,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.