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 Comoros and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Pretty Things to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Gap Band,
Anakelly,
Eric Copeland,
Niagra,
Susan Cadogan,
Michelle Simonal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlback,
PIL,
Freddie Wadling,
Spoonie Gee,
MC5,
Fear,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers,
Aswad,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funkadelic,
Depeche Mode,
Zapp,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Duran Duran,
Black Bananas,
Ituana,
Lou Reed,
Young Marble Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Trojans,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
Gabor Szabo,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
New Order,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nico,
The Neon Judgement,
The Kinks,
Das Ding,
Pantaleimon,
the Association,
The Stooges,
Rites of Spring,
a-ha,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.