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 Tajikistan and from New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ten City to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Minnie Riperton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ludus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bauhaus,
LL Cool J,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monolake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronan,
Albert Ayler,
Roger Hodgson,
X-Ray Spex,
Hot Snakes,
Alphaville,
The Skatalites,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
Alice Coltrane,
The Residents,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Evens,
Liliput,
Josef K,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
Procol Harum,
Scan 7,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Wake,
Minutemen,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dark Day,
Eddi Front,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moebius,
Gabor Szabo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong,
CMW,
The Smoke,
Charles Mingus,
Newcleus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.