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 Eritrea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Organ to the grunge 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joey Negro,
Malaria!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry's Kids,
Lower 48,
Spandau Ballet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
Absolute Body Control,
Fatback Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Scientists,
Eve St. Jones,
Anakelly,
Yellowson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blossom Toes,
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Bourne,
The Skatalites,
X-102,
Rekid,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Hutcherson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül,
Mission of Burma,
Funkadelic,
Television,
X-101,
Prince Buster,
The Residents,
Tres Demented,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cramps,
Suicide,
the Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Parry Music,
The Misunderstood,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.