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 Sri Lanka and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Joyce Sims to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Max Romeo,
The Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Gang of Four,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
Scan 7,
Kas Product,
Grauzone,
Suicide,
Stetsasonic,
Alton Ellis,
Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Görl,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Groovy Waters,
Arthur Verocai,
John Foxx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
The Toasters,
Essential Logic,
Sister Nancy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
Mr. Review,
Rotary Connection,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dead Boys,
Lower 48,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Outsiders,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
Don Cherry,
Crispian St. Peters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Sonic Youth,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.