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 Belarus and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
Charles Mingus,
Q65,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Letta Mbulu,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
Newcleus,
Dave Gahan,
June of 44,
Tres Demented,
The Smiths,
The Searchers,
Rekid,
The Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
Main Source,
Gang Green,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
New York Dolls,
Glenn Branca,
The Victims,
Ornette Coleman,
Susan Cadogan,
Con Funk Shun,
Subhumans,
Archie Shepp,
Japan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wasted Youth,
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Accadde A,
Procol Harum,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
The Raincoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ludus,
Lou Christie,
Peter and Kerry,
Panda Bear,
Grey Daturas,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arthur Verocai,
Patti Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gun Club,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.