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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Duran Duran to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris Corsano,
Sonic Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bluetip,
Pantaleimon,
The Pop Group,
Prince Buster,
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cheater Slicks,
Sugar Minott,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
The Young Rascals,
KRS-One,
Scion,
New Order,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
Neu!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick Morgan,
Aloha Tigers,
Thompson Twins,
The Golliwogs,
Warsaw,
Mantronix,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
The Names,
The Walker Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Sheep,
Popol Vuh,
H. Thieme,
Sight & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
Symarip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Bowie,
Banda Bassotti,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.