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 Venezuela and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Severed Heads to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Make Up,
The Count Five,
Davy DMX,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
the Germs,
Lucky Dragons,
Suburban Knight,
Cybotron,
Q65,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Procol Harum,
Junior Murvin,
Lower 48,
The Martian,
Moebius,
Lalann,
The Grass Roots,
Severed Heads,
Essential Logic,
Warren Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Lightning Bolt,
David Bowie,
Ituana,
CMW,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
Juan Atkins,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
Motorama,
Soul II Soul,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mad Mike,
Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
Tommy Roe,
The Fortunes,
EPMD,
The Toasters,
Siglo XX,
Marc Almond,
Lyres,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Association,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
L. Decosne,
X-Ray Spex,
Niagra,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.