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 Saudi Arabia and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Das Ding to the rap 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Alton Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moleskins,
AZ,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Royal Trux,
JFA,
The Vogues,
Aural Exciters,
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yazoo,
The New Christs,
Susan Cadogan,
Lower 48,
The Offenders,
Hoover,
Kenny Larkin,
E-Dancer,
the Sonics,
Au Pairs,
the Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
Moebius,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-102,
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Albert Ayler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Neon Judgement,
Pulsallama,
Barrington Levy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slits,
DJ Sneak,
OOIOO,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Halsall,
Sandy B,
X-101,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
The Martian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Tremeloes,
Piero Umiliani,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
Franke,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.