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 Korea North and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 DJ Sneak to the funk 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Saints,
DJ Style,
The Vogues,
Japan,
UT,
X-102,
the Slits,
Pole,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ludus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alphaville,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Parry Music,
Motorama,
Masters at Work,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Groovy Waters,
World's Most,
Subhumans,
Radiohead,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Whodini,
Lou Reed,
Chris & Cosey,
Quando Quango,
The Monochrome Set,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funky Four + One,
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
Hoover,
Eric Copeland,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Birthday Party,
Wally Richardson,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gichy Dan,
Q65,
The Fugs,
Little Man,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerri Chandler,
Reagan Youth,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
Ronan,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
The New Christs,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cramps,
Chris Corsano,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.