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 Denmark and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Interpol to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Happenings,
Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
DJ Sneak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare,
Althea and Donna,
the Association,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Halsall,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
Amazonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dawn Penn,
Alice Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
The Music Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Nirvana,
Swans,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers,
Underground Resistance,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Buzzcocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wolf Eyes,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Youth Brigade,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cramps,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rekid,
Monolake,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
Graham Central Station,
Liliput,
Wings,
the Germs,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.