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 Syria 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Sex Pistols to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Procol Harum,
Boz Scaggs,
Surgeon,
Japan,
Y Pants,
Tom Boy,
X-102,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
the Germs,
David McCallum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Max Romeo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gichy Dan,
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cowsills,
Newcleus,
Anakelly,
The Five Americans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
Rufus Thomas,
Quando Quango,
Bad Manners,
Monks,
the Association,
Ohio Players,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
Skarface,
Masters at Work,
The Doors,
The Raincoats,
Whodini,
Spoonie Gee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers,
Cameo,
The Fugs,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
Wasted Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
Jandek,
Das Ding,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.