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 Madagascar and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Panda Bear to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
LL Cool J,
Anthony Braxton,
Charles Mingus,
Urselle,
Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
Janne Schatter,
The Moleskins,
The Smiths,
The Skatalites,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang of Four,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Graham Central Station,
Fear,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amazonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
Motorama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Altered Images,
Au Pairs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
Trumans Water,
Nik Kershaw,
the Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Alison Limerick,
New Order,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare,
Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
The Fortunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quando Quango,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Model 500,
the Normal,
Soulsonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glenn Branca,
June of 44,
Silicon Teens,
JFA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Fad Gadget,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.