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 Uganda and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Danielle Patucci to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lungfish,
Sight & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Offenders,
The Gap Band,
Nils Olav,
Roxy Music,
Franke,
Joe Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
Suicide,
The Red Krayola,
China Crisis,
Nirvana,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail,
The Pop Group,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Can,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Rufus Thomas,
Q and Not U,
The Dirtbombs,
The New Christs,
Hoover,
Zapp,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül II,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Flag,
The Slackers,
Grey Daturas,
Das Ding,
Minor Threat,
Nico,
The Misunderstood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Niagra,
Moebius,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker,
Stiv Bators,
Gang of Four,
Motorama,
Isaac Hayes,
Aural Exciters,
Connie Case,
Sixth Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crash Course in Science,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.