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 Bahamas and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 JFA to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mars,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
Adolescents,
Alice Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
OOIOO,
Deepchord,
The Gories,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Foxx,
Can,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
Vainqueur,
Groovy Waters,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Sam Rivers,
The Zeros,
Agent Orange,
F. McDonald,
Lyres,
Sun City Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Loose Ends,
Davy DMX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skaos,
John Coltrane,
Malaria!,
The Gladiators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Hot Snakes,
Chris & Cosey,
Make Up,
Roxy Music,
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Marine Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
Spoonie Gee,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.