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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Visage to the disco 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
Simply Red,
OOIOO,
Gang Green,
Judy Mowatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television Personalities,
Ronnie Foster,
The Barracudas,
Organ,
Alice Coltrane,
Rekid,
The Wake,
The Pretty Things,
Blossom Toes,
Man Parrish,
Yazoo,
Cluster,
Tommy Roe,
Mr. Review,
Tomorrow,
Nas,
Don Cherry,
Symarip,
Zero Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk,
Crooked Eye,
Warren Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Beasts of Bourbon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Essential Logic,
Niagra,
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
cv313,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Terry,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
The Leaves,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
Malaria!,
Eli Mardock,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going,
Brass Construction,
The Durutti Column,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slackers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.