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 Oman and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Eli Mardock to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Chrome,
DJ Style,
The Fortunes,
Steve Hackett,
48th St. Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Divine Comedy,
Section 25,
Monolake,
Brass Construction,
Reuben Wilson,
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
Q65,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Symarip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
X-101,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Names,
Drexciya,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Flash Fearless,
Michelle Simonal,
Minny Pops,
Depeche Mode,
B.T. Express,
Public Enemy,
Kurtis Blow,
D'Angelo,
Donald Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Raincoats,
L. Decosne,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.