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 Sierra Leone and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 LL Cool J to the grunge 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks 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?
The Red Krayola,
Ultravox,
Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
Adolescents,
Bobby Womack,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
Bobby Sherman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Bourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Anakelly,
La Düsseldorf,
Groovy Waters,
Technova,
World's Most,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra,
Aural Exciters,
Lungfish,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
Aswad,
Sandy B,
The Last Poets,
10cc,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
Nation of Ulysses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flipper,
Minny Pops,
Pussy Galore,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cure,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.