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 India 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Monolake to the grunge 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mr. Review,
a-ha,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Certain Ratio,
Delta 5,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
Q65,
Pet Shop Boys,
Colin Newman,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
Agitation Free,
In Retrospect,
Trumans Water,
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
Oneida,
The Barracudas,
Newcleus,
Gang Green,
Skriet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy Collins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maurizio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sound Behaviour,
Y Pants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The American Breed,
Absolute Body Control,
Danielle Patucci,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Zeros,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Wyatt,
Pierre Henry,
Rapeman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
Ken Boothe,
Quando Quango,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
Cameo,
Stiv Bators,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.