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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 Jeff Mills 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
Skaos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Little Man,
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Scratch Acid,
E-Dancer,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
New York Dolls,
Underground Resistance,
Chrome,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantaleimon,
A Certain Ratio,
Vladislav Delay,
Vainqueur,
Graham Central Station,
David Axelrod,
Surgeon,
The Raincoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare,
Section 25,
Talk Talk,
Popol Vuh,
Eddi Front,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
Quando Quango,
Urselle,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Bizarre Inc.,
DNA,
Fluxion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Idris Muhammad,
The Skatalites,
Unwound,
Technova,
Minnie Riperton,
X-101,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiohead,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy Collins,
U.S. Maple,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.