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 Zimbabwe and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Urselle to the grime 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Finger,
The Standells,
Average White Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television Personalities,
Eurythmics,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
Brand Nubian,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra,
Hoover,
Sex Pistols,
Q65,
The Young Rascals,
AZ,
Groovy Waters,
10cc,
Wally Richardson,
Heaven 17,
Con Funk Shun,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moby Grape,
Wolf Eyes,
Howard Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cameo,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fluxion,
Michelle Simonal,
Vainqueur,
DJ Style,
Brick,
Bauhaus,
Adolescents,
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
The Tremeloes,
The Fuzztones,
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
LL Cool J,
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.