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 Samoa and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 the Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Beau Brummels,
Animal Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Piero Umiliani,
David Bowie,
The Victims,
Sonic Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agent Orange,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Moon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cluster,
DJ Sneak,
Skaos,
The Blues Magoos,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Happenings,
Khruangbin,
Juan Atkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stiv Bators,
Television,
Junior Murvin,
T. Rex,
Dennis Brown,
K-Klass,
Hoover,
Letta Mbulu,
LL Cool J,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Grass Roots,
Buzzcocks,
Nas,
Roxy Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Sherman,
Scion,
Althea and Donna,
Wings,
Inner City,
Gichy Dan,
Desert Stars,
The Star Department,
The Sound,
The Evens,
Suburban Knight,
Au Pairs,
Tubeway Army,
Subhumans,
Neu!,
Gabor Szabo,
Shuggie Otis,
10cc,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Whodini,
John Lydon,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.