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 Austria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 F. McDonald to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Half Japanese,
The Evens,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed,
Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Pus,
Anakelly,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bronski Beat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cowsills,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick Morgan,
Blancmange,
The Fall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mummies,
Cameo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Colin Newman,
The Gladiators,
The Techniques,
The Leaves,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brass Construction,
Stiv Bators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hoover,
Letta Mbulu,
Josef K,
Hashim,
Leonard Cohen,
Pole,
Lalann,
The Selecter,
Ultra Naté,
Anthony Braxton,
CMW,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young,
the Swans,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
Liliput,
Agitation Free,
Brand Nubian,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.