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 Qatar and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
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 Banda Bassotti to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover 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 Leaves,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Techniques,
Oneida,
Rapeman,
Pulsallama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brick,
a-ha,
Amazonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Half Japanese,
MDC,
Dawn Penn,
Dennis Brown,
Pere Ubu,
Blancmange,
Nas,
The Smoke,
The Blackbyrds,
The United States of America,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hashim,
LL Cool J,
Sonny Sharrock,
Massinfluence,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moleskins,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Names,
The Trojans,
X-101,
Darondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moody Blues,
Crime,
Hot Snakes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Michelle Simonal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monks,
Average White Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronan,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
Colin Newman,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.