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 Houston.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott Heron to the crunk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Public Image Ltd.,
U.S. Maple,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mandrill,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra,
Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Y Pants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Supertramp,
The Monks,
UT,
Graham Central Station,
Davy DMX,
Nick Fraelich,
Leonard Cohen,
CMW,
Nirvana,
Neil Young,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerri Chandler,
Camberwell Now,
Terrestrial Tones,
Guru Guru,
Pantytec,
F. McDonald,
Piero Umiliani,
The Standells,
The Blackbyrds,
K-Klass,
Reuben Wilson,
Altered Images,
Bush Tetras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vainqueur,
James White and The Blacks,
Kaleidoscope,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Swans,
Camouflage,
Little Man,
Agent Orange,
Bob Dylan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Warren Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Intrusion,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Banda Bassotti,
Dave Gahan,
Black Pus,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.