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 Bulgaria and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scrapy to the grunge 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers,
The Smoke,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Young Marble Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker,
Isaac Hayes,
Yaz,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Germs,
Suburban Knight,
H. Thieme,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sixth Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Association,
Hashim,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
Bobby Womack,
Prince Buster,
Bob Dylan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boz Scaggs,
Jawbox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Saints,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
Shoche,
Pylon,
Adolescents,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sällskapet,
Pantaleimon,
Loose Ends,
Joy Division,
The Residents,
MDC,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.