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 Pakistan and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 United States of America to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Grass Roots,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
Amon Düül,
H. Thieme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
kango's stein massive,
The Mummies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Lydon,
New Age Steppers,
The Walker Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
The Raincoats,
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Angels of Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Iggy Pop,
Shuggie Otis,
Blancmange,
Gabor Szabo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
Section 25,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantytec,
The Names,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crooked Eye,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
Cluster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maurizio,
The Move,
The Pretty Things,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monochrome Set,
Sparks,
Hardrive,
The Motions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Excepter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.