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 Australia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bootsy Collins to the grime 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
CMW,
Cluster,
ABC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rotary Connection,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Bourne,
the Germs,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smiths,
Dawn Penn,
The Wake,
Warren Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter & Gordon,
Maurizio,
Spoonie Gee,
Ossler,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T.S.O.L.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lyres,
Lucky Dragons,
Skarface,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cameo,
The Five Americans,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Searchers,
Eli Mardock,
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
The New Christs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
Crime,
Jimmy McGriff,
EPMD,
Erasure,
The Star Department,
Eddi Front,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.