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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Letta Mbulu to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond 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 electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
Tom Boy,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June of 44,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
The Five Americans,
Scion,
The J.B.'s,
Wolf Eyes,
Vladislav Delay,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dead Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Subhumans,
H. Thieme,
Parry Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agitation Free,
The Busters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Copeland,
Yazoo,
Rosa Yemen,
Steve Hackett,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blake Baxter,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Popol Vuh,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
Porter Ricks,
The Blackbyrds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Moon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
Tropical Tobacco,
EPMD,
Harmonia,
Babytalk,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Wells,
Mission of Burma,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock,
Agent Orange,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.