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 Canada and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 Beau Brummels to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Grey Daturas,
Flash Fearless,
Alice Coltrane,
Excepter,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flipper,
H. Thieme,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rites of Spring,
Moebius,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Buzzcocks,
The Birthday Party,
Wally Richardson,
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners,
Sällskapet,
The American Breed,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Al Stewart,
Gang Starr,
The Real Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
Ronan,
Hoover,
The Evens,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes,
John Holt,
The Cure,
Au Pairs,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Style,
Soft Machine,
The Gories,
Darondo,
One Last Wish,
Graham Central Station,
Main Source,
Model 500,
Toni Rubio,
The Cowsills,
Cameo,
The Human League,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.