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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
Marmalade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tres Demented,
The Names,
L. Decosne,
PIL,
Faust,
The Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Au Pairs,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
B.T. Express,
Kas Product,
Stereo Dub,
H. Thieme,
Byron Stingily,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Index,
Connie Case,
Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Agent Orange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wally Richardson,
the Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
Brick,
The Slackers,
Cluster,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Monks,
Dark Day,
The Barracudas,
Arcadia,
Joey Negro,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
Mission of Burma,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans,
Popol Vuh,
T. Rex,
Black Flag,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
Sound Behaviour,
Lyres,
Robert Görl,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masters at Work,
Mr. Review,
The Residents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.