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 Gambia 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moby Grape,
Bill Wells,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lucky Dragons,
Circle Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rosa Yemen,
Oblivians,
Blossom Toes,
Agitation Free,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Colin Newman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
Black Bananas,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
Warsaw,
Second Layer,
The Zeros,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dave Gahan,
Technova,
Jeru the Damaja,
Index,
Panda Bear,
Gong,
Howard Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Mills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slits,
Quadrant,
Gang Green,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.