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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 The Misunderstood to the rap 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
Subhumans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
EPMD,
Inner City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thee Headcoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
Black Flag,
Negative Approach,
Mo-Dettes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kas Product,
Lungfish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABBA,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
Mandrill,
L. Decosne,
ABC,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tim Buckley,
Drexciya,
Sound Behaviour,
Schoolly D,
Rufus Thomas,
Erasure,
Scratch Acid,
Malaria!,
Dark Day,
Amazonics,
The Mojo Men,
the Sonics,
T. Rex,
Anakelly,
Gong,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nils Olav,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rites of Spring,
June of 44,
Derrick Morgan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.