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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Judy Mowatt to the rap 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
the Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spandau Ballet,
Pussy Galore,
Erasure,
Black Flag,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Normal,
Jandek,
Iggy Pop,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
JFA,
The Angels of Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Connie Case,
The Five Americans,
One Last Wish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moody Blues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Aaron Thompson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Görl,
The Black Dice,
Radio Birdman,
The Happenings,
Ice-T,
Fear,
Au Pairs,
Inner City,
Cymande,
Technova,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mojo Men,
Ronan,
Eric Dolphy,
John Foxx,
Panda Bear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonic Youth,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Ponytail,
Popol Vuh,
L. Decosne,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fugs,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.