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 India and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Brothers Johnson to the funk 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Sight & Sound,
The Mummies,
Tres Demented,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monolake,
Fela Kuti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Connie Case,
Toni Rubio,
Delta 5,
Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Saccharine Trust,
Byron Stingily,
Yellowson,
Theoretical Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Man Parrish,
The Smiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Association,
the Swans,
The Toasters,
Basic Channel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agitation Free,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
Magazine,
Deakin,
Loose Ends,
The Vogues,
Donny Hathaway,
Young Marble Giants,
Parry Music,
James White and The Blacks,
In Retrospect,
Popol Vuh,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlback,
Malaria!,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Bourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
Skriet,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slick Rick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Television Personalities,
Little Man,
Danielle Patucci,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Beau Brummels,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.