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 Egypt and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Maurizio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Freddie Wadling,
Marmalade,
Archie Shepp,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hoover,
David Axelrod,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Average White Band,
Joyce Sims,
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Bourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
Babytalk,
Scratch Acid,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang On A Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiohead,
Ken Boothe,
Yaz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soulsonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Visage,
Reagan Youth,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Association,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sugar Minott,
Maurizio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Massinfluence,
UT,
Kerri Chandler,
Lightning Bolt,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül II,
Cal Tjader,
LL Cool J,
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
Lakeside,
Albert Ayler,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.