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 Finland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Judy Mowatt to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 dance 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 Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
John Holt,
Hoover,
Roxette,
Dual Sessions,
Pet Shop Boys,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Clarke,
Little Man,
Faraquet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Görl,
In Retrospect,
Dennis Brown,
David Bowie,
Flamin' Groovies,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Machine,
Bill Wells,
Make Up,
Godley & Creme,
Barbara Tucker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skriet,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
Max Romeo,
Gichy Dan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
Andrew Hill,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Remains,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Japan,
Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
Magma,
Angry Samoans,
Prince Buster,
Hardrive,
Funky Four + One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swans,
The New Christs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Intrusion,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.