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 Dominica and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cameo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Faust,
Black Sheep,
the Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
The Last Poets,
Yusef Lateef,
Toni Rubio,
David Bowie,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker,
Nik Kershaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
Chrome,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall,
Harry Pussy,
Skriet,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
Eurythmics,
Thee Headcoats,
Ludus,
Lightning Bolt,
Deadbeat,
Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Sugar Minott,
Arab on Radar,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
Hoover,
Stiv Bators,
Ponytail,
Ohio Players,
Lyres,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris & Cosey,
Radio Birdman,
Quantec,
New Order,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Sneak,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
The Five Americans,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.