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 Belize and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Tubeway Army to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Banda Bassotti,
JFA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Simply Red,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Crooked Eye,
Althea and Donna,
Terrestrial Tones,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
John Holt,
The Slackers,
Tim Buckley,
The Residents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q65,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Symarip,
Avey Tare,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
Anakelly,
Oneida,
Sällskapet,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronan,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker,
Fela Kuti,
The Divine Comedy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The J.B.'s,
Technova,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronnie Foster,
Cecil Taylor,
The Evens,
The Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.