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 Benin and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rap 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Metal Thangz,
the Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minutemen,
Pierre Henry,
The Offenders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slits,
Tres Demented,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy Collins,
Junior Murvin,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nirvana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suicide,
Robert Hood,
Blake Baxter,
Freddie Wadling,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Khruangbin,
Model 500,
This Heat,
Sun City Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Scion,
Marmalade,
Morten Harket,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
Japan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Severed Heads,
Bush Tetras,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader,
The Skatalites,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül,
B.T. Express,
ABBA,
Anakelly,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick Morgan,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.