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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the electroclash 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Sam Rivers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Franke,
Rapeman,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Martian,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash,
Judy Mowatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Rundgren,
Boredoms,
Yaz,
In Retrospect,
Patti Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Cal Tjader,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
LL Cool J,
Marmalade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
The Buckinghams,
Nils Olav,
MDC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Raincoats,
Organ,
Soul II Soul,
The Residents,
Trumans Water,
Black Pus,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Scientists,
John Lydon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Brick,
The Cowsills,
David Bowie,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.