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 Swaziland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Stetsasonic to the grunge 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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
U.S. Maple,
Adolescents,
Hardrive,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
The Saints,
Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
LL Cool J,
T.S.O.L.,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rekid,
June of 44,
Hasil Adkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
AZ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quadrant,
Kas Product,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Last Poets,
Groovy Waters,
Y Pants,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
Marmalade,
Reuben Wilson,
Nirvana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sight & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
The Offenders,
The Martian,
Malaria!,
Michelle Simonal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suicide,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rosa Yemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
Cymande,
Lee Hazlewood,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
Stetsasonic,
The Monks,
Warsaw,
Lalann,
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.