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 Libya and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
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 güiro 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 Sugar Minott to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Selecter,
Peter and Kerry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
Skriet,
The Cure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T. Rex,
Ice-T,
Jacques Brel,
Radiohead,
Whodini,
Lower 48,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Names,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
Porter Ricks,
Monolake,
E-Dancer,
Rapeman,
Ten City,
Patti Smith,
The United States of America,
Derrick Morgan,
Nico,
Jawbox,
Hashim,
Radio Birdman,
Mantronix,
Don Cherry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brass Construction,
The Moleskins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Scientists,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
The Star Department,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Searchers,
the Germs,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.