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 Moldova and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aswad to the rap 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
Tim Buckley,
The Names,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
Nation of Ulysses,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Dolphy,
Japan,
Sonic Youth,
Mission of Burma,
PIL,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Buckinghams,
Tres Demented,
The Zeros,
Index,
Rod Modell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Archie Shepp,
Joensuu 1685,
Quando Quango,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
The Offenders,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dead Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Animal Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Essential Logic,
UT,
Ituana,
Cal Tjader,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Malaria!,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
Sarah Menescal,
Schoolly D,
Brick,
Aloha Tigers,
The Golliwogs,
Amazonics,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.