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 Panama and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Gabor Szabo to the electroclash 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Motorama,
Visage,
The Busters,
Jeff Mills,
Babytalk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
New Order,
The Red Krayola,
The Smiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warren Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heaven 17,
Dennis Brown,
Tim Buckley,
The Gladiators,
The Gun Club,
Make Up,
Johnny Clarke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Icehouse,
Bobby Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Juan Atkins,
Funkadelic,
Flash Fearless,
Little Man,
The Associates,
the Fania All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nico,
Arcadia,
Ten City,
Erasure,
Pylon,
The Tremeloes,
Joy Division,
Pere Ubu,
The Blackbyrds,
The Misunderstood,
Urselle,
James White and The Blacks,
Goldenarms,
Zapp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Subhumans,
Alton Ellis,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.