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 Congo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
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 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 Prince Buster to the techno 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pretty Things,
Sight & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Deepchord,
Thompson Twins,
Flipper,
John Holt,
Henry Cow,
Thee Headcoats,
Nas,
the Swans,
Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Icehouse,
Arcadia,
Marine Girls,
Harry Pussy,
The Last Poets,
ABC,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
Ossler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warsaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Camberwell Now,
China Crisis,
Supertramp,
FM Einheit,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Almond,
Suburban Knight,
Excepter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lucky Dragons,
EPMD,
Cybotron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oblivians,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
Neu!,
Theoretical Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.