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 Andorra and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Happenings,
Circle Jerks,
The Pop Group,
World's Most,
Drexciya,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lakeside,
Parry Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Toni Rubio,
Sex Pistols,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerri Chandler,
Technova,
Pylon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
The Grass Roots,
The Smiths,
X-102,
The Misunderstood,
Wolf Eyes,
Brick,
Scrapy,
Bobby Sherman,
Fatback Band,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
Gichy Dan,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Smooth,
Darondo,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Real Kids,
Camberwell Now,
The Busters,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ituana,
Deakin,
Black Bananas,
Chris Corsano,
Pagans,
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
Franke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Khruangbin,
The Zeros,
Index,
The Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Ten City,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.