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 Mongolia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Negative Approach to the jazz 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Mummies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
The Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Leaves,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
Ice-T,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Slits,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
The Victims,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cure,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mojo Men,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Sneak,
Liliput,
The New Christs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
Gong,
Dual Sessions,
Adolescents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gun Club,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
Tommy Roe,
the Association,
Fad Gadget,
Basic Channel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Starr,
Television,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Star Department,
MC5,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Goldenarms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wasted Youth,
Japan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.