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 Malaysia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Circle Jerks,
Main Source,
Dead Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skaos,
Sällskapet,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed,
Faust,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Toasters,
The Star Department,
Neil Young,
Albert Ayler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
One Last Wish,
EPMD,
The Names,
Minny Pops,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonic Youth,
Quantec,
John Lydon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Knickerbockers,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
Severed Heads,
Franke,
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
Cymande,
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music,
Jawbox,
H. Thieme,
ABC,
Hoover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood,
Excepter,
Jacques Brel,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Wells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
The Evens,
Fluxion,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.