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 Armenia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Susan Cadogan to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Monks,
The Motions,
Black Pus,
Metal Thangz,
Depeche Mode,
The Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
UT,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sugar Minott,
Lyres,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul II Soul,
Panda Bear,
AZ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blues Magoos,
The Techniques,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Q65,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Bourne,
The Durutti Column,
Los Fastidios,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
The Five Americans,
Basic Channel,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dirtbombs,
These Immortal Souls,
Dual Sessions,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
Bauhaus,
Skarface,
Visage,
Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
Newcleus,
Masters at Work,
Lightning Bolt,
PIL,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
CMW,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Colin Newman,
The Pretty Things,
Moss Icon,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.