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 United Kingdom and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Sneak to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
the Germs,
Junior Murvin,
Massinfluence,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
The J.B.'s,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
B.T. Express,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
The Standells,
Procol Harum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arcadia,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oneida,
Kas Product,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
PIL,
CMW,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
Excepter,
Amazonics,
Glenn Branca,
Tears for Fears,
Steve Hackett,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blues Magoos,
Scientists,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moby Grape,
Albert Ayler,
Index,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siglo XX,
K-Klass,
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
AZ,
The Saints,
These Immortal Souls,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.