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 Honduras and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Glenn Branca to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Foxx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Buzzcocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Donny Hathaway,
Heaven 17,
The Busters,
the Normal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
China Crisis,
Bill Near,
Davy DMX,
Minor Threat,
The Slits,
The Happenings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Bourne,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
Barry Ungar,
Dark Day,
Warren Ellis,
JFA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Sherman,
The American Breed,
Youth Brigade,
Al Stewart,
Organ,
David Axelrod,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lower 48,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boz Scaggs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
48th St. Collective,
Liliput,
The Black Dice,
Crooked Eye,
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
KRS-One,
Whodini,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pretty Things,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Absolute Body Control,
Scan 7,
Trumans Water,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.