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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Anakelly to the disco 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television Personalities,
EPMD,
Minny Pops,
Marcia Griffiths,
Altered Images,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
X-Ray Spex,
Arab on Radar,
New Order,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lakeside,
Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Erasure,
The Leaves,
Pagans,
Masters at Work,
Reagan Youth,
The Fugs,
Can,
Bush Tetras,
Wings,
Bronski Beat,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amazonics,
Blossom Toes,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
Terry Callier,
Ice-T,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Subhumans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacques Brel,
Fluxion,
Lucky Dragons,
Quando Quango,
ABBA,
Yaz,
Wolf Eyes,
Adolescents,
Depeche Mode,
Severed Heads,
Whodini,
MDC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yusef Lateef,
Rapeman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.