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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Intrusion to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Visage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donald Byrd,
Agent Orange,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deakin,
Mantronix,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Malaria!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ponytail,
David Axelrod,
Skriet,
Johnny Osbourne,
The American Breed,
Television Personalities,
Tommy Roe,
Metal Thangz,
Ten City,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Fugazi,
Bootsy Collins,
Carl Craig,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Bowie,
Todd Rundgren,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oneida,
Joey Negro,
the Swans,
Bad Manners,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Pagans,
The Neon Judgement,
Cal Tjader,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris & Cosey,
UT,
Todd Terry,
The Saints,
Eurythmics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smoke,
Fatback Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Dead Boys,
Aswad,
The Misunderstood,
Sixth Finger,
Excepter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.