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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grime 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sam Rivers,
Popol Vuh,
The Durutti Column,
Groovy Waters,
Joy Division,
Rites of Spring,
Cluster,
Dead Boys,
10cc,
Avey Tare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
Susan Cadogan,
Ornette Coleman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monks,
Black Moon,
Wings,
Slick Rick,
The Stooges,
JFA,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Con Funk Shun,
The Evens,
Neu!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Josef K,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Rundgren,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magazine,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flipper,
Brass Construction,
The Moleskins,
Anakelly,
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eddi Front,
Agitation Free,
Leonard Cohen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.