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 Haiti and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Severed Heads to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Misunderstood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Connie Case,
Suburban Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Motions,
Lalann,
Nico,
Y Pants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Birthday Party,
The Flesh Eaters,
UT,
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang of Four,
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs,
The Residents,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quando Quango,
The New Christs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Urselle,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Rundgren,
June of 44,
Franke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
CMW,
Harry Pussy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MC5,
Zapp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mr. Review,
Radiopuhelimet,
Symarip,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!,
Juan Atkins,
Sonic Youth,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.