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 Congo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Drive Like Jehu to the jazz 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The United States of America,
The Gladiators,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Style,
Soft Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Main Source,
Nik Kershaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
UT,
Brothers Johnson,
Ohio Players,
kango's stein massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Selecter,
Tommy Roe,
Fad Gadget,
The Monochrome Set,
Visage,
Infiniti,
Stetsasonic,
Franke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Accadde A,
The J.B.'s,
Dennis Brown,
Moss Icon,
Yazoo,
Mo-Dettes,
Pylon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rod Modell,
KRS-One,
Rotary Connection,
Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Technova,
Matthew Halsall,
Marmalade,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Wells,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Dark Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Absolute Body Control,
the Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Pantaleimon,
Adolescents,
Dawn Penn,
Josef K,
Pagans,
Unwound,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.