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 Oman and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Schoolly D to the techno 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players,
Outsiders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kayak,
Junior Murvin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The J.B.'s,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Alphaville,
Althea and Donna,
The Leaves,
Mantronix,
Scientists,
The Last Poets,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mandrill,
The Happenings,
John Holt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mo-Dettes,
ABC,
Mark Hollis,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Victims,
Radio Birdman,
Fear,
Max Romeo,
Lungfish,
Monolake,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
MDC,
The Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rapeman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Leonard Cohen,
The Misunderstood,
Parry Music,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
Make Up,
Arthur Verocai,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash,
KRS-One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.