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 Ivory Coast 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bronski Beat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick Morgan,
The Standells,
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Camberwell Now,
Main Source,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camouflage,
Moss Icon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Can,
Liliput,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
The Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Fad Gadget,
Mantronix,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cameo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unwound,
Motorama,
Animal Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Terry,
LL Cool J,
EPMD,
Minnie Riperton,
Lower 48,
The Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Erasure,
Slick Rick,
Faust,
Urselle,
Little Man,
Reagan Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gong,
Sällskapet,
Nico,
Jeff Lynne,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.