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 Sweden and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 The Wake to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
EPMD,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scan 7,
Oneida,
Drexciya,
The Names,
Arab on Radar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
Mission of Burma,
Interpol,
Royal Trux,
Massinfluence,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Metal Thangz,
Moss Icon,
Pole,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Cymande,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlback,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rekid,
Rakim,
Mantronix,
Colin Newman,
Kayak,
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters,
Danielle Patucci,
Crime,
Black Bananas,
Alton Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
Khruangbin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang On A Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Holt,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Whodini,
a-ha,
Dual Sessions,
The Associates,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.