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 Indonesia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Peter & Gordon,
Subhumans,
The Dirtbombs,
The Black Dice,
Monks,
Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Loose Ends,
Section 25,
Rekid,
Soft Machine,
Junior Murvin,
The Knickerbockers,
Chrome,
The Five Americans,
The Star Department,
The United States of America,
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Motorama,
Erasure,
Newcleus,
Joe Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q and Not U,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Starr,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mummies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warren Ellis,
The Skatalites,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Terry,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Smog,
The Vogues,
Slick Rick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
R.M.O.,
The Names,
Babytalk,
World's Most,
The Misunderstood,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.