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 Tajikistan and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Fall to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Barrington Levy,
The Dirtbombs,
Tubeway Army,
Whodini,
FM Einheit,
Index,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
Amazonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fela Kuti,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Hood,
Derrick May,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faraquet,
Scion,
The Doors,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Metal Thangz,
Accadde A,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion,
Jawbox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barry Ungar,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlback,
F. McDonald,
Frankie Knuckles,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Sherman,
Japan,
Lalann,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stetsasonic,
The Raincoats,
Sam Rivers,
Animal Collective,
Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Newcleus,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.