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 Taiwan and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wake to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scan 7,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monks,
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
Loose Ends,
The Fuzztones,
Sam Rivers,
Moss Icon,
Davy DMX,
Nico,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gun Club,
Crime,
Rotary Connection,
Surgeon,
The Divine Comedy,
D'Angelo,
Robert Hood,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Music Machine,
Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Wyatt,
Mo-Dettes,
New Order,
Make Up,
Duran Duran,
Swans,
Pole,
Ten City,
Kenny Larkin,
Donald Byrd,
Erasure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kas Product,
Nirvana,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry,
Dennis Brown,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angry Samoans,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
These Immortal Souls,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.