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 Pakistan and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Order to the punk 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One,
The Moody Blues,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Danielle Patucci,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Barracudas,
Alton Ellis,
Quadrant,
The Zeros,
Quantec,
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
Silicon Teens,
Cameo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sonics,
Easy Going,
Grey Daturas,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dual Sessions,
Mr. Review,
D'Angelo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Excepter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Gang Dance,
Qualms,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Residents,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
Goldenarms,
The Misunderstood,
New York Dolls,
Flash Fearless,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Albert Ayler,
Slave,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Bauhaus,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.