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 Oman and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Goldenarms,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mummies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Pus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls,
Pylon,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Pere Ubu,
Angry Samoans,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
The Pretty Things,
Jawbox,
Drexciya,
Black Sheep,
Tommy Roe,
Toni Rubio,
Black Bananas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harmonia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Davy DMX,
Ronnie Foster,
the Swans,
Carl Craig,
The Associates,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Letta Mbulu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cluster,
The Barracudas,
Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mojo Men,
Josef K,
The Wake,
Alice Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Kenny Larkin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
This Heat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
Subhumans,
Tears for Fears,
LL Cool J,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.