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 Madagascar and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Fraelich to the funk 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Blake Baxter,
Dawn Penn,
the Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Five Americans,
The Raincoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Hood,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
Bob Dylan,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Slits,
Qualms,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deakin,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Victims,
Ossler,
Au Pairs,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
One Last Wish,
The Gap Band,
Sugar Minott,
Joey Negro,
D'Angelo,
Erykah Badu,
Television Personalities,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
Deadbeat,
Barry Ungar,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Newcleus,
Babytalk,
Inner City,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Altered Images,
Sarah Menescal,
Prince Buster,
These Immortal Souls,
Magazine,
The Motions,
Heaven 17,
Lower 48,
Anthony Braxton,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.