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 Latvia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 Toasters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glenn Branca,
Model 500,
Aural Exciters,
Main Source,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Severed Heads,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joy Division,
Bush Tetras,
The Evens,
Joe Smooth,
Fluxion,
K-Klass,
Gichy Dan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABBA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moody Blues,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Style,
Con Funk Shun,
Davy DMX,
Flipper,
X-101,
John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Von Mondo,
The Wake,
The Real Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Toni Rubio,
Brand Nubian,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Half Japanese,
The Toasters,
The Stooges,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
Unrelated Segments,
Unwound,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vainqueur,
Index,
The Martian,
Deepchord,
Gang of Four,
Lakeside,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.