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 South Africa and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Skaos to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Motorama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
Delta 5,
Roxette,
E-Dancer,
Robert Hood,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jawbox,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
The Gun Club,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Victims,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints,
Procol Harum,
The Birthday Party,
The Velvet Underground,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Motions,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dawn Penn,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blancmange,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Wells,
X-102,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Rapeman,
Sandy B,
These Immortal Souls,
The Residents,
Parry Music,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
Ralphi Rosario,
Underground Resistance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aswad,
Henry Cow,
Joy Division,
Malaria!,
Sexual Harrassment,
MDC,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.