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 Georgia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Can to the grime 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Cramps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Misunderstood,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Fraelich,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
The Fortunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Birthday Party,
UT,
Deepchord,
Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Parrish,
Pylon,
The Evens,
Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
Harry Pussy,
Dual Sessions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moleskins,
The J.B.'s,
Bush Tetras,
Terry Callier,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brick,
Kool Moe Dee,
E-Dancer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dark Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Scratch Acid,
Rosa Yemen,
Joy Division,
Hot Snakes,
Barry Ungar,
Suburban Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks,
This Heat,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
Piero Umiliani,
Lyres,
Davy DMX,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.