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 Kuwait and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Starr 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Franke,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Human League,
Los Fastidios,
The Walker Brothers,
the Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Wasted Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Trojans,
Lyres,
Skaos,
Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sound,
Slick Rick,
The Golliwogs,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
Sound Behaviour,
Tres Demented,
Godley & Creme,
Q and Not U,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Motorama,
Ultra Naté,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Remains,
Arthur Verocai,
Archie Shepp,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Busters,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
Michelle Simonal,
The American Breed,
Shoche,
The Mojo Men,
Sugar Minott,
Suicide,
X-101,
Hardrive,
Loose Ends,
Pantytec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Outsiders,
The Moody Blues,
Youth Brigade,
Moss Icon,
ABBA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.