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 San Marino and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Dead Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
Franke,
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
The Vogues,
Slick Rick,
Pagans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kas Product,
Wasted Youth,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Human League,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deakin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Con Funk Shun,
Marvin Gaye,
Young Marble Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tubeway Army,
The Angels of Light,
The Barracudas,
Japan,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
Grauzone,
Kaleidoscope,
Clear Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
DJ Style,
Easy Going,
The Detroit Cobras,
Model 500,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacob Miller,
Sarah Menescal,
June Days,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Teasers,
Robert Hood,
Rapeman,
Simply Red,
Moby Grape,
Sister Nancy,
Mantronix,
Technova,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
Adolescents,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.