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 Colombia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Audionom to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Duran Duran,
Ultra Naté,
The Human League,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed,
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence,
Japan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
Flipper,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
Neu!,
Moebius,
Piero Umiliani,
The Toasters,
U.S. Maple,
Sam Rivers,
Bob Dylan,
Blancmange,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cowsills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cluster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tommy Roe,
The Names,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gladiators,
Flash Fearless,
Lalann,
Fluxion,
Howard Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Adolescents,
Mars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
The Smoke,
Todd Terry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barry Ungar,
10cc,
Technova,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Albert Ayler,
MC5,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Patti Smith,
Funkadelic,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.