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 Zambia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lungfish to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
Q65,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gladiators,
Moss Icon,
Sällskapet,
The Red Krayola,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ludus,
Iggy Pop,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
The Fortunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Intrusion,
Franke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nirvana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tres Demented,
The Skatalites,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arab on Radar,
Don Cherry,
Godley & Creme,
MC5,
Derrick Morgan,
Symarip,
Saccharine Trust,
The Durutti Column,
H. Thieme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed,
Yusef Lateef,
a-ha,
Jacob Miller,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rapeman,
X-102,
The Moody Blues,
Goldenarms,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
Rosa Yemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
Neu!,
Young Marble Giants,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.