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 Czech Republic and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Davy DMX to the disco 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
10cc,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
Talk Talk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Half Japanese,
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Axelrod,
The Raincoats,
Man Parrish,
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground,
Wire,
The Black Dice,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echospace,
Connie Case,
Little Man,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
E-Dancer,
Drexciya,
Average White Band,
Cluster,
Stockholm Monsters,
F. McDonald,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran,
The Zeros,
ABBA,
Simply Red,
CMW,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Smog,
Scratch Acid,
Public Enemy,
Black Pus,
DNA,
Susan Cadogan,
These Immortal Souls,
Yazoo,
Dual Sessions,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
John Cale,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.