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 Marshall Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann 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?
Altered Images,
Harry Pussy,
Nas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Procol Harum,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Duran Duran,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
Charles Mingus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Guru Guru,
Maleditus Sound,
Nils Olav,
Pantaleimon,
Fluxion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Make Up,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maurizio,
The Motions,
Tears for Fears,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
Ponytail,
The Toasters,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Audionom,
Saccharine Trust,
Archie Shepp,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
Tubeway Army,
Susan Cadogan,
Reuben Wilson,
John Foxx,
PIL,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Smooth,
Harmonia,
F. McDonald,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
Motorama,
New Age Steppers,
Davy DMX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Popol Vuh,
The Pretty Things,
Dave Gahan,
Pole,
Flipper,
Lakeside,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.