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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Minor Threat to the techno 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dirtbombs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Procol Harum,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Hill,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
Motorama,
The Velvet Underground,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
Brick,
Deadbeat,
The Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Almond,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monolake,
Radio Birdman,
Rod Modell,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mantronix,
New York Dolls,
10cc,
Sight & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Rosa Yemen,
Hardrive,
Cal Tjader,
Carl Craig,
Minnie Riperton,
Deepchord,
Infiniti,
The Index,
Minny Pops,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Holt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Surgeon,
Glenn Branca,
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
Supertramp,
Ponytail,
the Slits,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.