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 Kenya and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 H. Thieme to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
Fear,
Amazonics,
Black Moon,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
Malaria!,
Neil Young,
Bill Near,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
D'Angelo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yazoo,
Black Sheep,
The Blackbyrds,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Delta 5,
Eddi Front,
Warsaw,
Parry Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra,
Index,
X-102,
Kaleidoscope,
Ludus,
The Invisible,
Henry Cow,
Adolescents,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
Godley & Creme,
Mark Hollis,
John Foxx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flipper,
Joy Division,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
Alton Ellis,
The United States of America,
the Germs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terry Callier,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Archie Shepp,
Wire,
MDC,
Bad Manners,
Sex Pistols,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare,
Banda Bassotti,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.