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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Livin' Joy,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
the Slits,
Yazoo,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
The Grass Roots,
Cymande,
Bluetip,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
The Mummies,
Lungfish,
Slave,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masters at Work,
Babytalk,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiopuhelimet,
Patti Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Los Fastidios,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delta 5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monolake,
The Index,
Janne Schatter,
Anakelly,
The Doors,
Ultra Naté,
Surgeon,
Tommy Roe,
U.S. Maple,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
The Divine Comedy,
Toni Rubio,
Kaleidoscope,
Pussy Galore,
The Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
The Standells,
Carl Craig,
Aural Exciters,
Bronski Beat,
Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gerry Rafferty,
Darondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Bourne,
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.