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 Finland and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance 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?
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
The Grass Roots,
The Fugs,
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
Mandrill,
Loose Ends,
Lower 48,
Anakelly,
Yaz,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
The Young Rascals,
the Association,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
New Order,
Andrew Hill,
Neu!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Al Stewart,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Moon,
Barbara Tucker,
Kaleidoscope,
The Happenings,
The Tremeloes,
Cal Tjader,
Piero Umiliani,
The Saints,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
U.S. Maple,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mojo Men,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantytec,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiohead,
Accadde A,
China Crisis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Patti Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scrapy,
Interpol,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.