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 United Kingdom and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 Shuggie Otis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti,
The Mojo Men,
Peter and Kerry,
Heaven 17,
New York Dolls,
The Evens,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
the Normal,
La Düsseldorf,
Tears for Fears,
Aaron Thompson,
The Seeds,
Minutemen,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes,
Zapp,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
Guru Guru,
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
Lalann,
Scion,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grey Daturas,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Brick,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
Maleditus Sound,
Grauzone,
Stockholm Monsters,
PIL,
MDC,
Brass Construction,
Scientists,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Parry Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Style,
The Smoke,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.