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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Fatback Band to the dance 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Darondo,
Mandrill,
Dave Gahan,
Drexciya,
The United States of America,
Blossom Toes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Supertramp,
Cecil Taylor,
Rufus Thomas,
Donny Hathaway,
Hashim,
Clear Light,
This Heat,
LL Cool J,
Michelle Simonal,
Khruangbin,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
The Shadows of Knight,
L. Decosne,
Mission of Burma,
Bush Tetras,
the Human League,
Essential Logic,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thompson Twins,
Television Personalities,
The Dead C,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Soulsonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
Spoonie Gee,
Parry Music,
Malaria!,
In Retrospect,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
Dark Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Liliput,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
Funky Four + One,
The Vogues,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispian St. Peters,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.