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 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Maleditus Sound 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gabor Szabo,
Moss Icon,
Adolescents,
48th St. Collective,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Tears for Fears,
Kenny Larkin,
The Trojans,
The Smiths,
Sam Rivers,
Cybotron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Procol Harum,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Bowie,
The Litter,
Radio Birdman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
Skriet,
The Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alphaville,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warsaw,
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Khruangbin,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
the Bar-Kays,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
Smog,
Gong,
Second Layer,
John Foxx,
Altered Images,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mantronix,
The J.B.'s,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.