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 Brunei and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Sister Nancy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rekid,
Alice Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
Mars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Basic Channel,
R.M.O.,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
The Raincoats,
Max Romeo,
John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Slave,
Outsiders,
Ludus,
Magma,
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Normal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Index,
The Happenings,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Sherman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spandau Ballet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lyres,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma,
Blossom Toes,
New York Dolls,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
Ronnie Foster,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
Neil Young,
Country Teasers,
Mark Hollis,
The Wake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unwound,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
The Neon Judgement,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oblivians,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.