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 Jordan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 Dennis Brown to the techno 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Khruangbin,
LL Cool J,
OOIOO,
MDC,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
Bluetip,
The Move,
Adolescents,
Schoolly D,
The Divine Comedy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rekid,
The Gun Club,
Ultravox,
Das Ding,
The Velvet Underground,
Rapeman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Grauzone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radio Birdman,
Quadrant,
June Days,
Lyres,
Severed Heads,
Kas Product,
Brothers Johnson,
Infiniti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Los Fastidios,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Happenings,
Symarip,
Wasted Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Maurizio,
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hot Snakes,
Main Source,
Hasil Adkins,
JFA,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.