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 Haiti and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stereo Dub to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Franke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Evens,
The Leaves,
Accadde A,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
These Immortal Souls,
The New Christs,
The Victims,
New York Dolls,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalann,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Angry Samoans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mantronix,
Don Cherry,
Agent Orange,
Judy Mowatt,
Duran Duran,
Index,
Pylon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Hill,
Absolute Body Control,
Organ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Supertramp,
Sparks,
Aural Exciters,
Blossom Toes,
Ludus,
Ronnie Foster,
Rites of Spring,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispy Ambulance,
PIL,
Grey Daturas,
Roxy Music,
Moss Icon,
Michelle Simonal,
Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Motions,
MDC,
OOIOO,
Joey Negro,
Donald Byrd,
Fear,
Gabor Szabo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swans,
Gang Green,
Zero Boys,
Khruangbin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.