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 Djibouti and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 The Searchers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Patti Smith,
The Smoke,
Pole,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
The Searchers,
The Names,
Rapeman,
Janne Schatter,
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Godley & Creme,
Howard Jones,
Massinfluence,
Nas,
Terry Callier,
The Real Kids,
Half Japanese,
Grauzone,
MDC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
The Modern Lovers,
In Retrospect,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr,
Eurythmics,
Crash Course in Science,
Blake Baxter,
Mantronix,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
The Monochrome Set,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Average White Band,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
Duran Duran,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thompson Twins,
Ludus,
The Wake,
Organ,
Kas Product,
Michelle Simonal,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlback,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
Delta 5,
48th St. Collective,
Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Moon,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.