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 Uzbekistan and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bauhaus to the grime 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Starr,
Boogie Down Productions,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fugs,
Dave Gahan,
Yazoo,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Darondo,
Marmalade,
Goldenarms,
Little Man,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Grass Roots,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cluster,
The Durutti Column,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gun Club,
The New Christs,
Siglo XX,
Surgeon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dead Boys,
Eddi Front,
Saccharine Trust,
Neu!,
Organ,
Jawbox,
The Star Department,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anakelly,
Deakin,
Faraquet,
the Bar-Kays,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jandek,
Freddie Wadling,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mummies,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
World's Most,
Public Enemy,
Suicide,
DJ Style,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scrapy,
Scientists,
Janne Schatter,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.