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 Sierra Leone and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Bush Tetras to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Con Funk Shun,
Loose Ends,
The Mummies,
Neu!,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Qualms,
Hardrive,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities,
Wire,
Drexciya,
Susan Cadogan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
cv313,
a-ha,
The Star Department,
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dead C,
Scion,
Warsaw,
Toni Rubio,
Marine Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Yazoo,
Sonny Sharrock,
June Days,
The Neon Judgement,
Albert Ayler,
Sound Behaviour,
JFA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nico,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
FM Einheit,
Lakeside,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
Mars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slick Rick,
Wally Richardson,
Eden Ahbez,
Aural Exciters,
Y Pants,
Deakin,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.