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 Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Hoover to the rap 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Near,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites,
Erykah Badu,
Model 500,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sparks,
Dark Day,
Connie Case,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Interpol,
Altered Images,
Main Source,
Max Romeo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nas,
The Motions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Al Stewart,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Walker Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Warsaw,
The Fuzztones,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxette,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Dolphy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül II,
In Retrospect,
Q and Not U,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
Rotary Connection,
Fatback Band,
Man Parrish,
Clear Light,
The Real Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Cluster,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
John Cale,
Chrome,
Fugazi,
DJ Style,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.