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 Cyprus and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Blancmange to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Television Personalities,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Todd Rundgren,
Carl Craig,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mo-Dettes,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Stiv Bators,
the Slits,
Henry Cow,
Pole,
The Seeds,
Minor Threat,
The Gladiators,
Hashim,
Funkadelic,
DNA,
Flash Fearless,
Lucky Dragons,
Second Layer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scan 7,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camberwell Now,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus,
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
Graham Central Station,
Judy Mowatt,
Ohio Players,
E-Dancer,
Crooked Eye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
Symarip,
John Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Moon,
The Durutti Column,
Stereo Dub,
Inner City,
New Order,
Wire,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.