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 Tanzania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Banda Bassotti to the disco 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Porter Ricks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dark Day,
Symarip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers,
Rekid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantytec,
Infiniti,
Prince Buster,
The Smoke,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mummies,
New Order,
Pylon,
Q65,
Bill Wells,
Yazoo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blackbyrds,
T. Rex,
Brothers Johnson,
Moby Grape,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mandrill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Pierre Henry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Circle Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Franke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maurizio,
Youth Brigade,
Duran Duran,
The Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Godley & Creme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slave,
Cymande,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.