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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brick to the grunge 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hashim,
This Heat,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris & Cosey,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maurizio,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
MDC,
Scott Walker,
Dark Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ornette Coleman,
D'Angelo,
The Saints,
The Gap Band,
Zero Boys,
World's Most,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Lydon,
Eric Dolphy,
New Order,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anakelly,
Jeff Lynne,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blackbyrds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sugar Minott,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Q and Not U,
The Last Poets,
Robert Hood,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
Second Layer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy Collins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Oneida,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Raincoats,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Intrusion,
Lou Christie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.