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 Guyana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 DJ Sneak 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yellowson,
The Sound,
ABC,
T. Rex,
The Seeds,
David Axelrod,
cv313,
DNA,
Bootsy Collins,
Sparks,
UT,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
Anthony Braxton,
Banda Bassotti,
Tres Demented,
Lalann,
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joy Division,
Second Layer,
The Buckinghams,
Massinfluence,
The Kinks,
The Names,
K-Klass,
Eli Mardock,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
Anakelly,
Sun City Girls,
Royal Trux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Foxx,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül,
the Bar-Kays,
Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
The Associates,
Babytalk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
Davy DMX,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
Crooked Eye,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.