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 Philippines and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 48th St. Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalann,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
Radiohead,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
Malaria!,
Maurizio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Urselle,
DJ Sneak,
Shuggie Otis,
Fat Boys,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
Robert Wyatt,
Idris Muhammad,
Surgeon,
Thompson Twins,
R.M.O.,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish,
Joensuu 1685,
Fifty Foot Hose,
EPMD,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Young Rascals,
Brass Construction,
Josef K,
Colin Newman,
Swell Maps,
The Neon Judgement,
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
Letta Mbulu,
The Durutti Column,
Gabor Szabo,
June Days,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warren Ellis,
Excepter,
Rites of Spring,
Desert Stars,
Audionom,
The Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Ludus,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.