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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 DJ Sneak to the rock 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Quando Quango,
Arthur Verocai,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
Icehouse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronnie Foster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suicide,
The Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
cv313,
Wolf Eyes,
Cluster,
Scratch Acid,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
The Star Department,
X-101,
The Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
The Angels of Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zapp,
Whodini,
UT,
Schoolly D,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hashim,
Saccharine Trust,
Jandek,
Young Marble Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Depeche Mode,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sugar Minott,
The Cowsills,
Lakeside,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
Minnie Riperton,
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Bad Manners,
The Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
MC5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
EPMD,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.