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 Honduras and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Black Sheep to the rock 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
DJ Style,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Steve Hackett,
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas,
DJ Sneak,
Fad Gadget,
Unwound,
Glenn Branca,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
The Star Department,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
Main Source,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Pharoah Sanders,
OOIOO,
Japan,
The Gladiators,
Sister Nancy,
Soul II Soul,
Gastr Del Sol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marvin Gaye,
Ohio Players,
the Human League,
The Fugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ponytail,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
Joensuu 1685,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dead Boys,
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke,
Grauzone,
Buzzcocks,
Angry Samoans,
Max Romeo,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti,
Reagan Youth,
Adolescents,
Warsaw,
Suicide,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.