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 Azerbaijan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 DJ Sneak to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Pylon,
Drexciya,
Crooked Eye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep,
Excepter,
Gang Starr,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonic Youth,
Symarip,
Underground Resistance,
The Durutti Column,
Buzzcocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantaleimon,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gladiators,
Lower 48,
Flash Fearless,
R.M.O.,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
X-102,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Görl,
The Last Poets,
Rotary Connection,
Shoche,
the Normal,
Grey Daturas,
Reuben Wilson,
Visage,
Deepchord,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barbara Tucker,
Ituana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Victims,
Swell Maps,
Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Interpol,
Bronski Beat,
Barrington Levy,
Maurizio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fall,
Wire,
Cheater Slicks,
Lyres,
Ultravox,
cv313,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Second Layer,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.