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 Iraq and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Rod Modell 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Thompson Twins,
the Germs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Henry Cow,
The Happenings,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
Siglo XX,
DJ Style,
Unwound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Brass Construction,
Sun City Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scan 7,
Ten City,
The Durutti Column,
Absolute Body Control,
Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiohead,
Bill Near,
Warren Ellis,
Black Moon,
The Angels of Light,
Pere Ubu,
The Gun Club,
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
Oblivians,
Rekid,
The Walker Brothers,
Audionom,
The Velvet Underground,
Television Personalities,
Spoonie Gee,
Symarip,
Althea and Donna,
The Monochrome Set,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.