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 Micronesia and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra,
The Alarm Clocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
E-Dancer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minny Pops,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Unwound,
Lakeside,
The Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sarah Menescal,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
The Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
Marvin Gaye,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ituana,
Oneida,
Warren Ellis,
Duran Duran,
D'Angelo,
Simply Red,
Letta Mbulu,
The Count Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
Black Sheep,
Shoche,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Flag,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anakelly,
The Gap Band,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Steve Hackett,
MDC,
Mo-Dettes,
Babytalk,
Section 25,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.