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 Belize and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Slits to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scion,
a-ha,
Kerri Chandler,
Maleditus Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
The Blues Magoos,
the Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Moebius,
Vladislav Delay,
The Selecter,
Pagans,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
KRS-One,
Goldenarms,
The Techniques,
A Certain Ratio,
New Age Steppers,
Freddie Wadling,
the Association,
Derrick Morgan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
B.T. Express,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scrapy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wings,
Quantec,
Black Pus,
Average White Band,
the Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
Ossler,
Oneida,
The Walker Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Byrd,
Lower 48,
Newcleus,
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre,
China Crisis,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
Sandy B,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
The Slackers,
Tommy Roe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.