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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Cybotron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monolake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slits,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
The Busters,
E-Dancer,
F. McDonald,
Ken Boothe,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Wells,
kango's stein massive,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
Mr. Review,
the Fania All-Stars,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Von Mondo,
Pussy Galore,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pop Group,
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
Skaos,
Derrick May,
Anakelly,
Isaac Hayes,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
the Germs,
Eric Copeland,
Tubeway Army,
The Real Kids,
Suicide,
Steve Hackett,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Con Funk Shun,
Procol Harum,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Glambeats Corp.,
Parry Music,
The Gap Band,
Jandek,
Nas,
Pantytec,
the Swans,
Rod Modell,
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.