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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Davy DMX to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Talk Talk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
Neu!,
The Music Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
U.S. Maple,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Womack,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
Amazonics,
Lyres,
Hoover,
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
The Count Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Malaria!,
Severed Heads,
Maurizio,
OOIOO,
Fatback Band,
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suburban Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Masters at Work,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
David McCallum,
The Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
June Days,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jandek,
Y Pants,
Adolescents,
Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra,
Drexciya,
Supertramp,
10cc,
MDC,
Tom Boy,
Morten Harket,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.