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 Latvia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eli Mardock to the funk 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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
Sarah Menescal,
Crash Course in Science,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sound,
KRS-One,
Roger Hodgson,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Section 25,
Inner City,
Interpol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxette,
Marmalade,
Fad Gadget,
The Star Department,
Excepter,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
Arcadia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Niagra,
Sun City Girls,
The Cowsills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Massinfluence,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Dolphy,
Zapp,
Motorama,
Q and Not U,
Shoche,
Sun Ra,
Freddie Wadling,
Laurel Aitken,
Adolescents,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Terry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brass Construction,
Black Moon,
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young,
Max Romeo,
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.