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 Zambia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Tomorrow to the crunk 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '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 Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Bush Tetras,
Newcleus,
Magma,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Michelle Simonal,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
Grey Daturas,
Quantec,
Porter Ricks,
Nirvana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scrapy,
Zapp,
Black Sheep,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q and Not U,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
The Dead C,
The Cramps,
B.T. Express,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
Dual Sessions,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
Tears for Fears,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
Rekid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fortunes,
Audionom,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.