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 Guinea and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 These Immortal Souls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Siglo XX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers,
Quantec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Modern Lovers,
Pere Ubu,
Flipper,
Sugar Minott,
The Smiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul II Soul,
The Gap Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marvin Gaye,
Second Layer,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Bourne,
Moebius,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Donny Hathaway,
X-102,
The New Christs,
Terry Callier,
Connie Case,
The Invisible,
Kerrie Biddell,
Von Mondo,
Dennis Brown,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Germs,
JFA,
China Crisis,
The Standells,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Real Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Jacob Miller,
Average White Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Flamin' Groovies,
K-Klass,
Radiohead,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Technova,
X-Ray Spex,
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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.