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 Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lucky Dragons to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Moebius,
New York Dolls,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
Hot Snakes,
Joy Division,
T.S.O.L.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Essential Logic,
Hashim,
Maurizio,
Deakin,
Urselle,
Slave,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
Pantaleimon,
Quando Quango,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABBA,
Rod Modell,
Country Teasers,
The Blues Magoos,
F. McDonald,
Loose Ends,
Godley & Creme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mojo Men,
Zapp,
Livin' Joy,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mark Hollis,
Surgeon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Audionom,
Howard Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boredoms,
The Residents,
Shuggie Otis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Victims,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Sneak,
Drexciya,
Nils Olav,
The Doors,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
Sarah Menescal,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.