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 Mauritius and from London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Blake Baxter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
Tears for Fears,
Isaac Hayes,
Erykah Badu,
Josef K,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers,
Morten Harket,
Arab on Radar,
The Buckinghams,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
PIL,
Pagans,
The Birthday Party,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Altered Images,
Saccharine Trust,
CMW,
Nirvana,
The Smiths,
Kas Product,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Flag,
Letta Mbulu,
Au Pairs,
Wally Richardson,
The Human League,
The Pop Group,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sound Behaviour,
Roger Hodgson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Enemy,
Cluster,
Scrapy,
The Gladiators,
Hoover,
Darondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Audionom,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
The Tremeloes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sound,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.