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 Montenegro and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shuggie Otis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Agent Orange,
Radio Birdman,
The Busters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Juan Atkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ponytail,
Crispy Ambulance,
Smog,
Kas Product,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gap Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lyres,
Livin' Joy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Durutti Column,
Ten City,
Metal Thangz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
The Wake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
the Slits,
Monolake,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
Funky Four + One,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Patti Smith,
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nils Olav,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare,
Pussy Galore,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gichy Dan,
Hot Snakes,
The Smoke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Infiniti,
The Tremeloes,
Cluster,
Cheater Slicks,
Davy DMX,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
Erasure,
Alphaville,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.