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 Comoros and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Visage to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Procol Harum,
Aaron Thompson,
AZ,
Carl Craig,
John Holt,
David McCallum,
Cal Tjader,
The Dirtbombs,
Cybotron,
Davy DMX,
Jawbox,
Moss Icon,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
PIL,
Fat Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crooked Eye,
Kas Product,
The Saints,
Talk Talk,
Thee Headcoats,
Sandy B,
Barry Ungar,
Zero Boys,
Organ,
The Star Department,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gap Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bob Dylan,
Mr. Review,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
Dark Day,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
Massinfluence,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Modern Lovers,
The Black Dice,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
The Trojans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Colin Newman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Al Stewart,
Anthony Braxton,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.