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 Gabon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Moon 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Robert Hood,
The Gun Club,
Wasted Youth,
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quantec,
Desert Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
The Fugs,
The Slits,
Neil Young,
Jeff Lynne,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funkadelic,
Susan Cadogan,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Görl,
June Days,
The American Breed,
The Gories,
New Order,
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eddi Front,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra,
Eve St. Jones,
Warsaw,
Second Layer,
Quando Quango,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warren Ellis,
Mantronix,
Technova,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rites of Spring,
The Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.