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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Ultra Naté 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Henry Cow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bob Dylan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Index,
Swell Maps,
Terry Callier,
Joey Negro,
Quadrant,
Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bronski Beat,
Eli Mardock,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unwound,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sarah Menescal,
Susan Cadogan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
a-ha,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Black Flag,
Khruangbin,
Spandau Ballet,
Negative Approach,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
Agitation Free,
Mars,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
Nas,
Lindisfarne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slave,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Soul II Soul,
Fugazi,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Barrington Levy,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.