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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Joensuu 1685 to the disco 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Little Man,
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hashim,
Fatback Band,
Sister Nancy,
MDC,
Harry Pussy,
Cybotron,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dead C,
The Cowsills,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aural Exciters,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rapeman,
Faust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Second Layer,
The Happenings,
Rotary Connection,
Vladislav Delay,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Searchers,
Television,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Das Ding,
The Five Americans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Neon Judgement,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
China Crisis,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
Absolute Body Control,
Young Marble Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
Cymande,
The Leaves,
Piero Umiliani,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
Half Japanese,
Flamin' Groovies,
Procol Harum,
Alison Limerick,
Quantec,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.