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 Lithuania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ken Boothe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Bananas,
Archie Shepp,
Motorama,
Grey Daturas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Half Japanese,
The Fall,
The Black Dice,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Franke,
Gong,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-102,
Todd Rundgren,
The Zeros,
MC5,
New York Dolls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suicide,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Throbbing Gristle,
UT,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Style,
Das Ding,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler,
Mark Hollis,
The Gun Club,
Monks,
Ossler,
Schoolly D,
Radiopuhelimet,
E-Dancer,
Metal Thangz,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare,
Minny Pops,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
Cecil Taylor,
Loose Ends,
Accadde A,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.