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 East Timor and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Shoche to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Supertramp,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
Excepter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masters at Work,
Unrelated Segments,
a-ha,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pretty Things,
The Saints,
Robert Wyatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mars,
The Busters,
Das Ding,
The Golliwogs,
Fluxion,
Depeche Mode,
Joensuu 1685,
Agent Orange,
Make Up,
Basic Channel,
Talk Talk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonic Youth,
June Days,
Vainqueur,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Sherman,
Faust,
UT,
Main Source,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skaos,
Tears for Fears,
New York Dolls,
Mad Mike,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Foxx,
Gang of Four,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Half Japanese,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Maleditus Sound,
Malaria!,
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Almond,
The United States of America,
Khruangbin,
Cybotron,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.