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 Uzbekistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 Arab on Radar to the funk 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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eddi Front,
Jerry's Kids,
Fear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yusef Lateef,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
H. Thieme,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
the Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
Easy Going,
kango's stein massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Ossler,
David Axelrod,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doors,
Flipper,
Deakin,
The Toasters,
The Techniques,
Joe Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bluetip,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Associates,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Michelle Simonal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agent Orange,
DJ Style,
Television,
Bizarre Inc.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.