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 Yemen and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Panda Bear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Shuggie Otis,
Gong,
John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Near,
the Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mojo Men,
Surgeon,
Lalann,
Henry Cow,
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angry Samoans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
Circle Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Agitation Free,
Moebius,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Sherman,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun,
F. McDonald,
The Alarm Clocks,
Can,
Minor Threat,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
K-Klass,
AZ,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
Oneida,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
Cal Tjader,
Don Cherry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Television Personalities,
Connie Case,
Cymande,
John Lydon,
Gabor Szabo,
Davy DMX,
The Divine Comedy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.