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 Djibouti and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 rock 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Lungfish,
Cameo,
The Zeros,
PIL,
Trumans Water,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonic Youth,
R.M.O.,
F. McDonald,
L. Decosne,
The Mojo Men,
T.S.O.L.,
The Vogues,
Country Teasers,
Kaleidoscope,
Infiniti,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
Tommy Roe,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté,
JFA,
Fela Kuti,
The Standells,
The Knickerbockers,
Desert Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Music Machine,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gap Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Los Fastidios,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
The Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
Sparks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Last Poets,
Hardrive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.