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 Belarus and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the jazz 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Das Ding,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gap Band,
Joy Division,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sarah Menescal,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scientists,
The Busters,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fugs,
Quadrant,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smoke,
The United States of America,
Rod Modell,
Grey Daturas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Au Pairs,
Cluster,
Nick Fraelich,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maleditus Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kas Product,
Lightning Bolt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mission of Burma,
The Associates,
Suburban Knight,
Qualms,
The Remains,
Derrick May,
Siglo XX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare,
Thompson Twins,
Gong,
Kayak,
Lalann,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pop Group,
Talk Talk,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
The Real Kids,
June of 44,
Faraquet,
Khruangbin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.