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 Korea South and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
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 Ituana to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Schoolly D,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jandek,
Loose Ends,
Peter & Gordon,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
Juan Atkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Clear Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Finger,
Ohio Players,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alton Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane,
Chrome,
Scrapy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cymande,
The Fortunes,
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
The Black Dice,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
Junior Murvin,
Q65,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Happenings,
The Residents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thee Headcoats,
Hardrive,
Arcadia,
Pierre Henry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
K-Klass,
Buzzcocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
Mark Hollis,
The Searchers,
Danielle Patucci,
Warren Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
48th St. Collective,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.