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 Malawi and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Leonard Cohen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bluetip,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Massinfluence,
Roxy Music,
Max Romeo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul II Soul,
Dark Day,
Loose Ends,
The Barracudas,
DJ Sneak,
Gong,
Anakelly,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
Mission of Burma,
Faust,
Altered Images,
E-Dancer,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tres Demented,
Blossom Toes,
The Human League,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
Cymande,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
Cheater Slicks,
D'Angelo,
Terry Callier,
Davy DMX,
Crime,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Associates,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sonics,
the Slits,
Adolescents,
Goldenarms,
Infiniti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
Boredoms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aural Exciters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Khruangbin,
Nils Olav,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.