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 Lithuania and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dave Clark Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alphaville,
The Selecter,
Grey Daturas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T.S.O.L.,
Albert Ayler,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
Audionom,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Laurel Aitken,
Joey Negro,
Absolute Body Control,
Ossler,
The Toasters,
Prince Buster,
Dave Gahan,
Aaron Thompson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultravox,
The Offenders,
Suburban Knight,
The Dead C,
kango's stein massive,
Warsaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Near,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MC5,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television,
The Smiths,
the Swans,
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Procol Harum,
Animal Collective,
Magma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mantronix,
CMW,
Little Man,
June of 44,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Al Stewart,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
Minnie Riperton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.