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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Bronski Beat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doors,
Livin' Joy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
Excepter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Five Americans,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boredoms,
Derrick May,
Sunsets and Hearts,
U.S. Maple,
Alison Limerick,
The Modern Lovers,
Japan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maurizio,
John Lydon,
Sparks,
Peter and Kerry,
Das Ding,
Connie Case,
Von Mondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gong,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
The J.B.'s,
Barbara Tucker,
Arcadia,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Move,
Suburban Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terrestrial Tones,
PIL,
Amon Düül,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
48th St. Collective,
Lower 48,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monolake,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Wyatt,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.