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 Kiribati and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Gap Band to the electroclash 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Godley & Creme,
The Standells,
Sun Ra,
Eric Dolphy,
Flash Fearless,
Camberwell Now,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yellowson,
Desert Stars,
John Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
X-101,
Jimmy McGriff,
Motorama,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
The Flesh Eaters,
The United States of America,
Bobby Womack,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zero Boys,
Slick Rick,
Neu!,
Nick Fraelich,
Talk Talk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lungfish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
The Victims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
Loose Ends,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Index,
Skriet,
Funky Four + One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jawbox,
Blancmange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Carl Craig,
Stiv Bators,
Bad Manners,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
Infiniti,
Pulsallama,
Intrusion,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.