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 Albania and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Velvet Underground to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
Cybotron,
Pantytec,
Unwound,
Essential Logic,
FM Einheit,
the Normal,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeru the Damaja,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Terry,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Mars,
Minny Pops,
The Gun Club,
Thee Headcoats,
Magazine,
Flash Fearless,
Arcadia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slackers,
Khruangbin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ossler,
Bootsy Collins,
Ohio Players,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-102,
Kerri Chandler,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
Bluetip,
Reagan Youth,
Kas Product,
Pole,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Maurizio,
Pussy Galore,
Jandek,
Howard Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Al Stewart,
Joe Smooth,
the Human League,
Gong,
MC5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Camberwell Now,
Quando Quango,
Ituana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.