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 Liechtenstein and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABC,
Deadbeat,
The Selecter,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Clarke,
Danielle Patucci,
Prince Buster,
Cybotron,
Slave,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reuben Wilson,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
Alison Limerick,
Yellowson,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
The Smoke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
The Monochrome Set,
Aloha Tigers,
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
U.S. Maple,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dave Clark Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moss Icon,
The Residents,
Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Brothers Johnson,
Lightning Bolt,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
Whodini,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bluetip,
Grey Daturas,
Mr. Review,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Urselle,
Rotary Connection,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Near,
Ralphi Rosario,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
Malaria!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.