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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tom Boy to the grime 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Bang On A Can,
Arthur Verocai,
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Stiv Bators,
Nils Olav,
The Vogues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
The Standells,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gap Band,
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
The Dead C,
DNA,
John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Brick,
Gang Starr,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Khruangbin,
The Young Rascals,
Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zero Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalann,
The Monks,
Anakelly,
The Red Krayola,
Marvin Gaye,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Kinks,
Robert Hood,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
Crime,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Idris Muhammad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar,
Sight & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim,
Camberwell Now,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.