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 Venezuela and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Main Source to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed,
David McCallum,
The Litter,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grauzone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gun Club,
Graham Central Station,
Hashim,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The United States of America,
L. Decosne,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
Deakin,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
Charles Mingus,
Black Bananas,
The Remains,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Roger Hodgson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Suburban Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mummies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Infiniti,
This Heat,
Lyres,
Fad Gadget,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.