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 Kyrgyzstan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fat Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Joy Division,
Ultra Naté,
Television,
Quadrant,
Alison Limerick,
Sällskapet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Sandy B,
La Düsseldorf,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Near,
Angry Samoans,
Erasure,
Oblivians,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
Black Flag,
Arcadia,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers,
Dual Sessions,
Nico,
ABBA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shuggie Otis,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Steve Hackett,
T.S.O.L.,
AZ,
Bluetip,
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
U.S. Maple,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Y Pants,
David Axelrod,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gong,
Pierre Henry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
Pantytec,
Flash Fearless,
The Buckinghams,
the Normal,
Joey Negro,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.