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 Turkey and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Harpers Bizarre to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Enemy,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tommy Roe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aswad,
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lightning Bolt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Con Funk Shun,
The Angels of Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Kayak,
CMW,
Desert Stars,
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
The Durutti Column,
Magma,
Dark Day,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
Harmonia,
Index,
Yazoo,
Marc Almond,
K-Klass,
LL Cool J,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eli Mardock,
Pole,
Audionom,
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
Jeff Mills,
Grey Daturas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Youth Brigade,
Drexciya,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
John Lydon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Evens,
Main Source,
Porter Ricks,
This Heat,
Black Sheep,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monolake,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.