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 Brunei and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric Copeland to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Visage,
Guru Guru,
Radio Birdman,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gladiators,
Liliput,
Basic Channel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
The Pretty Things,
Franke,
Bobby Byrd,
Scion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Hoover,
Stereo Dub,
Spandau Ballet,
Bluetip,
Pantaleimon,
Audionom,
Funky Four + One,
The Remains,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yaz,
The Kinks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ituana,
Quando Quango,
Gastr Del Sol,
H. Thieme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-102,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Near,
T.S.O.L.,
Rod Modell,
Sonic Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Evens,
The Dirtbombs,
Minny Pops,
Black Flag,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.