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 Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gang Starr to the disco 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick Morgan,
Section 25,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Susan Cadogan,
The Remains,
Nick Fraelich,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slave,
Avey Tare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Desert Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Donald Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Flash Fearless,
Camouflage,
Oneida,
The Count Five,
The Busters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Standells,
Lower 48,
Glambeats Corp.,
Talk Talk,
Jerry's Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Charles Mingus,
Zapp,
David McCallum,
Radio Birdman,
Oblivians,
Gabor Szabo,
10cc,
Public Enemy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Halsall,
Cameo,
The Saints,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pussy Galore,
Ornette Coleman,
Marshall Jefferson,
kango's stein massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television Personalities,
The Detroit Cobras,
In Retrospect,
the Bar-Kays,
Alison Limerick,
EPMD,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.