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 Russia and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fela Kuti to the rock 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cabaret Voltaire,
KRS-One,
The Stooges,
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Cameo,
The Doors,
Bobby Sherman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Schoolly D,
Bauhaus,
The Busters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moleskins,
Radiohead,
The Selecter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Flag,
The Leaves,
Y Pants,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minny Pops,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Dawn Penn,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
Gang of Four,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cramps,
Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sällskapet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Associates,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.