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 Slovakia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Camouflage to the rock 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Laurel Aitken,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Golliwogs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crash Course in Science,
Flash Fearless,
Can,
The Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerri Chandler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Royal Trux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
The Wake,
Agitation Free,
Letta Mbulu,
Arab on Radar,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eden Ahbez,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
Sun City Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Evens,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
Lindisfarne,
Swans,
Monolake,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
The Kinks,
Camouflage,
Panda Bear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
H. Thieme,
Symarip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pole,
X-101,
The Fugs,
Pierre Henry,
The Doors,
Ludus,
Quando Quango,
Black Sheep,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.