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 Malawi and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Mission of Burma to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Victims,
The Skatalites,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed,
Crash Course in Science,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moleskins,
Deepchord,
The Cowsills,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boredoms,
Technova,
Curtis Mayfield,
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Starr,
Fad Gadget,
Black Sheep,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gong,
Japan,
Los Fastidios,
H. Thieme,
The Mummies,
Stereo Dub,
Panda Bear,
The Red Krayola,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
Tubeway Army,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jawbox,
Masters at Work,
Schoolly D,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Sneak,
Guru Guru,
Bill Near,
Roxette,
Jerry's Kids,
Ituana,
Rotary Connection,
X-101,
The Smiths,
KRS-One,
Little Man,
The Vogues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.