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 Argentina and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Delta 5 to the rap 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Kinks,
Infiniti,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
Fugazi,
Wally Richardson,
The Music Machine,
Mr. Review,
Rosa Yemen,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
Lakeside,
Masters at Work,
Radio Birdman,
Television Personalities,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
Section 25,
Ronan,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
This Heat,
Monks,
The Names,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ohio Players,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Animal Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Loose Ends,
Robert Görl,
Archie Shepp,
The Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Main Source,
Index,
Surgeon,
The Raincoats,
F. McDonald,
Mad Mike,
Boredoms,
Pole,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed,
Blancmange,
Scratch Acid,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.