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 Egypt and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
Rapeman,
Marc Almond,
Zapp,
Ten City,
Jeff Lynne,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Howard Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Juan Atkins,
Black Bananas,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dark Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Misunderstood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Trojans,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxy Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Yellowson,
Schoolly D,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
Masters at Work,
The Remains,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Fraelich,
Ken Boothe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Panda Bear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.