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 Thailand and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Seeds to the punk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tubeway Army,
Lalo Schifrin,
Panda Bear,
Bill Wells,
The Music Machine,
Niagra,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Adolescents,
Vainqueur,
The Kinks,
Joyce Sims,
Rosa Yemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantaleimon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sonics,
Little Man,
Robert Görl,
DJ Style,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
Bad Manners,
Traffic Nightmare,
Section 25,
Jacques Brel,
Sällskapet,
The Gladiators,
Brick,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Hood,
T.S.O.L.,
Skriet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
H. Thieme,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
Nas,
Kurtis Blow,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Infiniti,
Dave Gahan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Max Romeo,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.