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 Burundi and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Nico to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T.S.O.L.,
L. Decosne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gong,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
Pole,
John Coltrane,
Faust,
Pagans,
The Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker,
Popol Vuh,
This Heat,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
Talk Talk,
Make Up,
Zapp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fluxion,
Roxy Music,
Crooked Eye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
Severed Heads,
the Germs,
K-Klass,
Susan Cadogan,
Mark Hollis,
Bang On A Can,
Joyce Sims,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Prince Buster,
Patti Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Franke,
Arab on Radar,
Aural Exciters,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Leaves,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-102,
Sight & Sound,
The Wake,
Piero Umiliani,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.