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 Sudan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Johnny Osbourne to the dance 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Warren Ellis,
Franke,
Popol Vuh,
Ultra Naté,
The Music Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gories,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Junior Murvin,
Panda Bear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shoche,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monolake,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
Monks,
Henry Cow,
Severed Heads,
Metal Thangz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zero Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slackers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Fatback Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra,
Sarah Menescal,
48th St. Collective,
Moby Grape,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young,
The Five Americans,
The Tremeloes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Leaves,
Marine Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Leonard Cohen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris & Cosey,
Funky Four + One,
Roger Hodgson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.