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 Luxembourg and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Moebius to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
Barrington Levy,
FM Einheit,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Sheep,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pop Group,
Bluetip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonic Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
Alice Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Symarip,
Don Cherry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swell Maps,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
Severed Heads,
Cal Tjader,
Ralphi Rosario,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flipper,
Aloha Tigers,
Moebius,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
Scrapy,
Al Stewart,
Ludus,
Basic Channel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Teasers,
Sandy B,
Dave Gahan,
John Lydon,
AZ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heaven 17,
Masters at Work,
Subhumans,
John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.