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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Selecter to the funk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Delta 5,
Bob Dylan,
Interpol,
Zero Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Star Department,
Blancmange,
Dead Boys,
Underground Resistance,
New York Dolls,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-102,
Sarah Menescal,
Agent Orange,
John Cale,
The Cramps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ponytail,
Buzzcocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dark Day,
The Cowsills,
the Slits,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
U.S. Maple,
Suicide,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amazonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moleskins,
Icehouse,
Gang Starr,
Liliput,
Pylon,
Lou Reed,
Eric Dolphy,
The Young Rascals,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Vogues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Motions,
The Victims,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.