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 Denmark and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Doors to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül II,
Saccharine Trust,
The Index,
Gang Green,
Dual Sessions,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Silicon Teens,
Arab on Radar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones,
MDC,
Kenny Larkin,
Don Cherry,
Colin Newman,
Deakin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
Mark Hollis,
Heaven 17,
UT,
Terry Callier,
Fad Gadget,
Freddie Wadling,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boredoms,
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Trojans,
Thompson Twins,
Loose Ends,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gories,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fat Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Half Japanese,
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stetsasonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
Neu!,
Marc Almond,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.