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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 The Buckinghams to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
Sugar Minott,
Boogie Down Productions,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Animal Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
Skarface,
Boz Scaggs,
Alphaville,
Pagans,
Al Stewart,
Depeche Mode,
Los Fastidios,
Rapeman,
The J.B.'s,
The Divine Comedy,
Moss Icon,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Infiniti,
Ornette Coleman,
The Zeros,
Underground Resistance,
Duran Duran,
The Smoke,
The Gun Club,
Scan 7,
Marc Almond,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharoah Sanders,
Godley & Creme,
Blancmange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gong,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra,
T.S.O.L.,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Malaria!,
Little Man,
Hashim,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
Aloha Tigers,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.