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 Egypt and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jacob Miller to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions 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?
Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Mark Hollis,
Reagan Youth,
Patti Smith,
Aswad,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days,
Boredoms,
Depeche Mode,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Hill,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quantec,
Pantytec,
Fatback Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Clear Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
Pole,
Japan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dual Sessions,
Scratch Acid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City,
Model 500,
The Modern Lovers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring,
Moss Icon,
Massinfluence,
Half Japanese,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry's Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Desert Stars,
Brand Nubian,
ABC,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
Ludus,
The Zeros,
The Fugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fat Boys,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.