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 Malaysia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
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 The Star Department to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Fear,
Iggy Pop,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
a-ha,
Ronnie Foster,
Pierre Henry,
Funkadelic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eurythmics,
The Wake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wire,
Ituana,
Goldenarms,
The Fugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tomorrow,
Inner City,
OOIOO,
The Red Krayola,
Procol Harum,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
Slick Rick,
Ultravox,
Sarah Menescal,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pole,
Accadde A,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Fugazi,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerri Chandler,
The Neon Judgement,
Agitation Free,
Kas Product,
Funky Four + One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sister Nancy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker,
Barry Ungar,
Technova,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.