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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tears for Fears to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Kurtis Blow,
Mantronix,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ponytail,
Wings,
Technova,
Gerry Rafferty,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
New Age Steppers,
Lyres,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
Magazine,
Warsaw,
the Sonics,
Ice-T,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Scrapy,
Theoretical Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zero Boys,
Smog,
Scion,
Isaac Hayes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heaven 17,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents,
Basic Channel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Association,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Mandrill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ossler,
The Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
The Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
The Star Department,
Maurizio,
The Real Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Au Pairs,
Carl Craig,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.