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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stetsasonic to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Loose Ends,
The Happenings,
Flipper,
Glenn Branca,
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Standells,
Thee Headcoats,
Bob Dylan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
Jeru the Damaja,
Josef K,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
Fugazi,
Sonic Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Make Up,
Thompson Twins,
Clear Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Joyce Sims,
The Divine Comedy,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Adolescents,
Ten City,
Oblivians,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
Zapp,
The Cramps,
The Remains,
Gong,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül II,
K-Klass,
Eurythmics,
The Durutti Column,
Lalann,
Liliput,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Faust,
Reagan Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mandrill,
The Litter,
F. McDonald,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.