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 Swaziland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ice-T to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ossler,
Eden Ahbez,
The Walker Brothers,
Magma,
The Saints,
Josef K,
Amazonics,
Massinfluence,
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Foxx,
June of 44,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Procol Harum,
Das Ding,
a-ha,
Minutemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wasted Youth,
The Stooges,
CMW,
Ornette Coleman,
Wire,
Jacques Brel,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
Wally Richardson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
Wolf Eyes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Move,
Absolute Body Control,
Reagan Youth,
The Raincoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Los Fastidios,
The Tremeloes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
KRS-One,
Cameo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Dennis Brown,
Cecil Taylor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Christie,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.