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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Eric Copeland to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Grauzone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers,
Brand Nubian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Juan Atkins,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
Henry Cow,
Boogie Down Productions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Yusef Lateef,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Modern Lovers,
Model 500,
David McCallum,
New Order,
Blancmange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Don Cherry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues,
Minutemen,
Gang Green,
Ten City,
D'Angelo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arab on Radar,
T.S.O.L.,
Surgeon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camouflage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus,
K-Klass,
DJ Sneak,
Chris & Cosey,
Michelle Simonal,
Nils Olav,
Prince Buster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed,
F. McDonald,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
Goldenarms,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.