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 Ecuador and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Trojans,
Dennis Brown,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
Nico,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jandek,
The Smiths,
The Toasters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blancmange,
The Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crime,
Rites of Spring,
Public Enemy,
Minny Pops,
The Walker Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wire,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young,
H. Thieme,
Brick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heaven 17,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
Metal Thangz,
Organ,
Slave,
The Beau Brummels,
Tomorrow,
Oneida,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
Mark Hollis,
Symarip,
Pagans,
ABBA,
Ultravox,
Inner City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DNA,
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tom Boy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shoche,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.