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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultra Naté to the disco 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Rapeman,
Sex Pistols,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
Eve St. Jones,
PIL,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers,
The Skatalites,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Association,
The Human League,
Heaven 17,
The Dead C,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
Flash Fearless,
The Remains,
Soft Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jawbox,
Man Parrish,
Anakelly,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
Basic Channel,
Lakeside,
Saccharine Trust,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Near,
The Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
Sugar Minott,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cymande,
Alice Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
June of 44,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.