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 Maldives and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Stockholm Monsters to the jazz 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Magazine,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Pus,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Mills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
MDC,
Adolescents,
Wire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sam Rivers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
Alice Coltrane,
Cameo,
Q and Not U,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bush Tetras,
B.T. Express,
The Birthday Party,
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
Roxette,
JFA,
Ossler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q65,
Whodini,
Eden Ahbez,
Arcadia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zapp,
The Divine Comedy,
CMW,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Busters,
Todd Terry,
Outsiders,
Schoolly D,
Kevin Saunderson,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.