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 Seychelles and from New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 the Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Bob Dylan,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Hill,
The Grass Roots,
Tim Buckley,
Roxette,
Rites of Spring,
LL Cool J,
John Lydon,
Prince Buster,
Television Personalities,
Clear Light,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neu!,
Oneida,
The Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
In Retrospect,
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Durutti Column,
David Axelrod,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
La Düsseldorf,
Massinfluence,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Scrapy,
T. Rex,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacob Miller,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
Marmalade,
Parry Music,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
Vainqueur,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.