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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Robert Palmer 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 Interpol to the jazz 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Toni Rubio,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smoke,
Lakeside,
Aural Exciters,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sandy B,
Peter & Gordon,
The Black Dice,
Ken Boothe,
The Busters,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Procol Harum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Pus,
H. Thieme,
Stereo Dub,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Happenings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Graham Central Station,
Flipper,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sam Rivers,
Gong,
This Heat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warren Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rekid,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
10cc,
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oneida,
Sun Ra,
Shoche,
Maurizio,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
Bluetip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minny Pops,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stetsasonic,
Cymande,
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.