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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Derrick Morgan to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Pere Ubu,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dennis Brown,
Sparks,
Blake Baxter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
The Saints,
the Swans,
FM Einheit,
The Martian,
The Fugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joy Division,
Royal Trux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barry Ungar,
Symarip,
MDC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
Inner City,
Hardrive,
Niagra,
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings,
Man Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Livin' Joy,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
The Beau Brummels,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tubeway Army,
Boredoms,
Brand Nubian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Section 25,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sex Pistols,
The Gories,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
Essential Logic,
Oneida,
Simply Red,
Jawbox,
H. Thieme,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.