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 Sierra Leone and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
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 sitar 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
Black Pus,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lyres,
Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Audionom,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Goldenarms,
Arcadia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Vainqueur,
Cymande,
The Gap Band,
Funkadelic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Fania All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
Eden Ahbez,
MC5,
The Offenders,
UT,
KRS-One,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Clarke,
LL Cool J,
Newcleus,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
Depeche Mode,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
Altered Images,
Tommy Roe,
The Gun Club,
Liliput,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Christie,
10cc,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tres Demented,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Massinfluence,
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry,
JFA,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.