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 Andorra and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lalann to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
World's Most,
Hasil Adkins,
Harry Pussy,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fuzztones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
This Heat,
Motorama,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
The Zeros,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oblivians,
Smog,
Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Fluxion,
Grauzone,
Unwound,
Faraquet,
Echospace,
Blancmange,
Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Index,
Bang On A Can,
Visage,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
Ponytail,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Don Cherry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
Scrapy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Offenders,
Supertramp,
Arab on Radar,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slackers,
Outsiders,
Mantronix,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cramps,
the Germs,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barry Ungar,
Aloha Tigers,
Brass Construction,
Ice-T,
The Trojans,
Minny Pops,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.