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 Brunei and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 One Last Wish to the grime 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hoover,
Monks,
Y Pants,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
Mad Mike,
Marshall Jefferson,
Altered Images,
The Motions,
Gong,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
Arcadia,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris Corsano,
Leonard Cohen,
Dawn Penn,
Alton Ellis,
Jandek,
Camouflage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacob Miller,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
Eli Mardock,
Goldenarms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drexciya,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boz Scaggs,
Joey Negro,
Zapp,
Suicide,
Neil Young,
Jeff Lynne,
The Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris & Cosey,
Bauhaus,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy Collins,
Maurizio,
Johnny Clarke,
Agitation Free,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins,
Minor Threat,
F. McDonald,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Dave Gahan,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.