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 Malaysia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Amon Düül to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Idris Muhammad,
Interpol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
ABBA,
The Toasters,
The Dead C,
The Monks,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gories,
Blake Baxter,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soulsonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minor Threat,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
Matthew Bourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Basic Channel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Howard Jones,
Fugazi,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Smog,
Q and Not U,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
Lalann,
Flipper,
The Vogues,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.