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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Fatback Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Whodini,
Joyce Sims,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
Silicon Teens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
DNA,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Fear,
Danielle Patucci,
Ponytail,
Sixth Finger,
Black Pus,
Harry Pussy,
The United States of America,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pagans,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick Morgan,
Q65,
Zero Boys,
The Fugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Goldenarms,
Dave Gahan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cramps,
Blake Baxter,
The Doors,
JFA,
FM Einheit,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blues Magoos,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
Au Pairs,
The Angels of Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
Gong,
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.