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 Marshall Islands and from New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rod Modell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Rites of Spring,
The Offenders,
Tears for Fears,
8 Eyed Spy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swell Maps,
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect,
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jandek,
Radio Birdman,
Scion,
Michelle Simonal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Outsiders,
Sugar Minott,
The Knickerbockers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
Joe Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
Moebius,
Deepchord,
Robert Görl,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
Animal Collective,
Nico,
The Music Machine,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Make Up,
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang of Four,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Youth Brigade,
Slave,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nas,
the Association,
Grey Daturas,
Niagra,
Maurizio,
The Litter,
Iggy Pop,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.