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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gang Starr to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
the Slits,
Mr. Review,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris Corsano,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hot Snakes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terry Callier,
Deadbeat,
Arab on Radar,
David McCallum,
The Red Krayola,
Harmonia,
Albert Ayler,
Niagra,
Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
B.T. Express,
Q65,
Gang Green,
Sarah Menescal,
The Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
The Mummies,
In Retrospect,
Fluxion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Davy DMX,
This Heat,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monochrome Set,
Rotary Connection,
Gichy Dan,
The Dirtbombs,
Rosa Yemen,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control,
Inner City,
The Raincoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Model 500,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pulsallama,
Delta 5,
Echospace,
Royal Trux,
The Gap Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unwound,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Morten Harket,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.