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 Canada and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Fall to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Massinfluence,
The Birthday Party,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pussy Galore,
The Invisible,
DNA,
The Young Rascals,
The Dead C,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
The Skatalites,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Names,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boredoms,
The Cowsills,
Sonic Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Real Kids,
Stiv Bators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Music Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wolf Eyes,
Dark Day,
Radiohead,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Soul II Soul,
In Retrospect,
The Slits,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Count Five,
Circle Jerks,
Index,
Yaz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ten City,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
Delta 5,
The Gories,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
Faust,
Hashim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.