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 Mali and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brass Construction to the disco 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '80s 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 Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
AZ,
Sandy B,
Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T. Rex,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Al Stewart,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Panda Bear,
Stereo Dub,
Ituana,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
Carl Craig,
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-102,
In Retrospect,
June Days,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacques Brel,
Max Romeo,
Delon & Dalcan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oneida,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Hood,
Gang Starr,
Thompson Twins,
Altered Images,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
a-ha,
Essential Logic,
David McCallum,
Sex Pistols,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moody Blues,
Vladislav Delay,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.