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 Germany and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rock 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang On A Can,
Quantec,
The Remains,
Scott Walker,
Model 500,
Kurtis Blow,
B.T. Express,
Echospace,
Anakelly,
The United States of America,
John Lydon,
Angry Samoans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Jacques Brel,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez,
Basic Channel,
Nirvana,
Public Enemy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Red Krayola,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thee Headcoats,
Half Japanese,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
The J.B.'s,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sam Rivers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Order,
Mandrill,
Blancmange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
The Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül,
Make Up,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bluetip,
Black Moon,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New York Dolls,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.