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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Simply Red to the grime 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Busters,
Scan 7,
K-Klass,
Dual Sessions,
Dark Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris & Cosey,
Fear,
Unwound,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
B.T. Express,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Wells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
H. Thieme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dead C,
It's A Beautiful Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Idris Muhammad,
Prince Buster,
CMW,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
Quantec,
Bootsy Collins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Thompson Twins,
Toni Rubio,
Harmonia,
The Cure,
The Sound,
Gang Starr,
Dead Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick May,
JFA,
The Smiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Bananas,
Black Flag,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.