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 Ireland and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Count Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
John Lydon,
10cc,
Desert Stars,
Animal Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Rapeman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Interpol,
John Coltrane,
The Names,
Half Japanese,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Symarip,
The Cramps,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
The Motions,
The Birthday Party,
Shuggie Otis,
Skriet,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Rundgren,
Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Dennis Brown,
David McCallum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radio Birdman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris & Cosey,
Lower 48,
Guru Guru,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Clarke,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare,
Pulsallama,
The Leaves,
Bad Manners,
Trumans Water,
Cecil Taylor,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Patti Smith,
Yaz,
Sound Behaviour,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
Maleditus Sound,
The Offenders,
Accadde A,
Pantaleimon,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.