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 Korea North and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Man Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
F. McDonald,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pagans,
Chris Corsano,
Roxette,
The Busters,
Mars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mark Hollis,
Babytalk,
Letta Mbulu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Delta 5,
Erasure,
Cheater Slicks,
Icehouse,
Smog,
Avey Tare,
Mission of Burma,
the Germs,
Lou Christie,
KRS-One,
The Barracudas,
Swans,
Panda Bear,
Ossler,
Barbara Tucker,
Agent Orange,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Sneak,
Scientists,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Throbbing Gristle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Whodini,
Pantytec,
Johnny Clarke,
Fear,
The Motions,
Pylon,
10cc,
H. Thieme,
Tropical Tobacco,
James White and The Blacks,
Jawbox,
Gabor Szabo,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Derrick Morgan,
Mandrill,
Black Flag,
Vainqueur,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.