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 Luxembourg and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fugazi to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Kurtis Blow,
Mantronix,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker,
Los Fastidios,
Bluetip,
The Gun Club,
Michelle Simonal,
cv313,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Trojans,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Patti Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Niagra,
Johnny Clarke,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pierre Henry,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
Ludus,
Mars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Sheep,
Roger Hodgson,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick,
The Birthday Party,
D'Angelo,
Magazine,
Dead Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vainqueur,
Hashim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pagans,
Aswad,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
Rakim,
The Skatalites,
The Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
Skriet,
Arthur Verocai,
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.