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 Hungary and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Brothers Johnson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
The Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini,
F. McDonald,
Icehouse,
Minor Threat,
World's Most,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys,
Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Christie,
Sight & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Easy Going,
Monolake,
Chrome,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
The Last Poets,
Eurythmics,
Silicon Teens,
Essential Logic,
Wire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust,
The Count Five,
Ultra Naté,
Delta 5,
Lower 48,
The Trojans,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Age Steppers,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxette,
Swans,
John Cale,
Newcleus,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Evens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispian St. Peters,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.