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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 New York Dolls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pole,
Robert Görl,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Main Source,
T. Rex,
A Certain Ratio,
Anthony Braxton,
One Last Wish,
The Pop Group,
Sound Behaviour,
Wire,
Oneida,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Music Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Eric Dolphy,
La Düsseldorf,
the Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
Cluster,
The Techniques,
The Star Department,
8 Eyed Spy,
Section 25,
John Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
Organ,
The New Christs,
Dark Day,
Tomorrow,
Gong,
the Human League,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slave,
Marc Almond,
The Victims,
Infiniti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Pus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.