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 Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
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 marimba 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 The Dirtbombs to the dance 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Scratch Acid,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
Livin' Joy,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül,
Neu!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
R.M.O.,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
John Cale,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quadrant,
Nirvana,
Johnny Clarke,
EPMD,
Judy Mowatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor,
Youth Brigade,
Mad Mike,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Clear Light,
Audionom,
Delta 5,
Outsiders,
Joe Smooth,
Scan 7,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Evens,
Deadbeat,
Roxette,
The American Breed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Y Pants,
Sonic Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
UT,
Ice-T,
Dawn Penn,
John Lydon,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.