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 Liechtenstein and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Crime to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
The Music Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gabor Szabo,
the Germs,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blues Magoos,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fad Gadget,
H. Thieme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unwound,
Tommy Roe,
Hasil Adkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Certain Ratio,
Outsiders,
The Gap Band,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Sneak,
Scan 7,
Suburban Knight,
The Last Poets,
The Martian,
E-Dancer,
Ituana,
The Motions,
Hardrive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Laurel Aitken,
Y Pants,
World's Most,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hoover,
the Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Radio Birdman,
Das Ding,
Pylon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Brand Nubian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Babytalk,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
Section 25,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blake Baxter,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.