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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
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 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 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Arab on Radar,
Dead Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
Boz Scaggs,
Bronski Beat,
Pere Ubu,
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
Los Fastidios,
Eve St. Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Judy Mowatt,
Tom Boy,
Max Romeo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slave,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
Agitation Free,
Byron Stingily,
Nico,
The Evens,
Rufus Thomas,
The Real Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Banda Bassotti,
DNA,
Prince Buster,
Simply Red,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker,
Mo-Dettes,
Chrome,
Duran Duran,
Bad Manners,
Radiopuhelimet,
Whodini,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
World's Most,
Susan Cadogan,
Hot Snakes,
Youth Brigade,
ABBA,
Quando Quango,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jawbox,
Brass Construction,
Absolute Body Control,
a-ha,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dirtbombs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.