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 Nepal and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Nils Olav to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker,
48th St. Collective,
Suicide,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Don Cherry,
Sun City Girls,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Godley & Creme,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flipper,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MC5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
Scientists,
H. Thieme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Buckinghams,
Scratch Acid,
The Walker Brothers,
Adolescents,
Soul II Soul,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smoke,
Blossom Toes,
Unwound,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Saints,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Motions,
Angry Samoans,
Tres Demented,
Brothers Johnson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.