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 Namibia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cheater Slicks,
Monolake,
Basic Channel,
Carl Craig,
The Durutti Column,
Frankie Knuckles,
Al Stewart,
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
The Grass Roots,
Ice-T,
Man Eating Sloth,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Essential Logic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed,
the Slits,
MDC,
Sex Pistols,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fugazi,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
Henry Cow,
Junior Murvin,
Donny Hathaway,
Fluxion,
Q65,
Joe Smooth,
Oneida,
Organ,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Josef K,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul II Soul,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sam Rivers,
Max Romeo,
Mad Mike,
Tommy Roe,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Finger,
The Golliwogs,
The Martian,
the Germs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
China Crisis,
Procol Harum,
Jawbox,
Janne Schatter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.