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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David Bowie to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Slits,
Q65,
K-Klass,
Boz Scaggs,
Clear Light,
Ituana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
the Fania All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Dennis Brown,
Ice-T,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
Jandek,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Massinfluence,
The Gories,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
The Leaves,
The Durutti Column,
Cymande,
Magma,
Erykah Badu,
The Searchers,
Heaven 17,
Sixth Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moebius,
The Gap Band,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liliput,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Bauhaus,
Zero Boys,
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zapp,
The Birthday Party,
Eli Mardock,
The Blues Magoos,
Dead Boys,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.