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 Korea South and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Iggy Pop to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
a-ha,
Stockholm Monsters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DNA,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Urselle,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kayak,
Boredoms,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
The Zeros,
Peter and Kerry,
Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Sandy B,
Ten City,
Nas,
The Associates,
Mo-Dettes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gong,
Guru Guru,
Amazonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacob Miller,
Camberwell Now,
Blancmange,
Metal Thangz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABBA,
Tommy Roe,
Carl Craig,
Unwound,
CMW,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Rundgren,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.