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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Pulsallama to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
The American Breed,
The Happenings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
Kurtis Blow,
Janne Schatter,
Fluxion,
Sam Rivers,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
Barclay James Harvest,
Interpol,
Pierre Henry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
Ornette Coleman,
Davy DMX,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Wyatt,
Zapp,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Sneak,
Michelle Simonal,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
The Smoke,
Nirvana,
The Golliwogs,
Patti Smith,
Sällskapet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T.S.O.L.,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultra Naté,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ice-T,
cv313,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Clarke,
Boredoms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dennis Brown,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ken Boothe,
Slave,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABC,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.