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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Smiths to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
Metal Thangz,
Half Japanese,
Alphaville,
the Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Index,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Tomorrow,
Television,
Jimmy McGriff,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dark Day,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang On A Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Niagra,
The Stooges,
Marine Girls,
Urselle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Almond,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Hill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman,
Soulsonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
Gong,
The Golliwogs,
The Trojans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.