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 Cameroon and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Technova 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Black Moon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ice-T,
David McCallum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Whodini,
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Leaves,
Massinfluence,
Robert Hood,
Outsiders,
Sound Behaviour,
Colin Newman,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
Albert Ayler,
Gabor Szabo,
Mandrill,
Supertramp,
Mad Mike,
Janne Schatter,
Porter Ricks,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Hill,
Tom Boy,
Marc Almond,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grey Daturas,
Kurtis Blow,
Smog,
Motorama,
Tim Buckley,
Quadrant,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Sixth Finger,
The Gap Band,
Bad Manners,
The Flesh Eaters,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxette,
Thee Headcoats,
John Lydon,
The Young Rascals,
OOIOO,
The Names,
X-101,
The Knickerbockers,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.