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 Bangladesh and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gun Club,
Danielle Patucci,
Tubeway Army,
the Normal,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
Dennis Brown,
Black Moon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Pus,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pretty Things,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Toasters,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
The Smoke,
Angry Samoans,
Cheater Slicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Velvet Underground,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
The Walker Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Delon & Dalcan,
Main Source,
The Slits,
Faust,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
Severed Heads,
Drexciya,
Sarah Menescal,
Rekid,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
Crime,
Barrington Levy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grauzone,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
Jacques Brel,
Man Parrish,
Simply Red,
Surgeon,
Tim Buckley,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.