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 Eritrea and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 kango's stein massive to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Half Japanese,
Minor Threat,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
Can,
Quando Quango,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Flag,
Jeff Lynne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
Porter Ricks,
Technova,
Roy Ayers,
Pagans,
The Divine Comedy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
The Blackbyrds,
Amazonics,
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül II,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound,
Bad Manners,
Skriet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Simply Red,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Agitation Free,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
The Fuzztones,
John Lydon,
The Star Department,
The Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor,
H. Thieme,
Boredoms,
Chris Corsano,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
Toni Rubio,
Don Cherry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Near,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.