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 South Africa and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
cv313,
Underground Resistance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cowsills,
Dual Sessions,
Blossom Toes,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
Can,
The Martian,
Leonard Cohen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Icehouse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cluster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
Magazine,
Juan Atkins,
Jacques Brel,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
U.S. Maple,
Dark Day,
Agitation Free,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
Intrusion,
The Pop Group,
In Retrospect,
The Wake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
The Happenings,
Alice Coltrane,
Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glenn Branca,
Rekid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
Kool Moe Dee,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.