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 Mauritania and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Golliwogs to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Aural Exciters,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
Infiniti,
the Germs,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Count Five,
Index,
Organ,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Near,
Q and Not U,
Silicon Teens,
Marine Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grey Daturas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
E-Dancer,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Groovy Waters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Das Ding,
Morten Harket,
Soul II Soul,
Skarface,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moody Blues,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
The Fall,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
the Association,
Zapp,
Byron Stingily,
The Skatalites,
the Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Judy Mowatt,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Max Romeo,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
R.M.O.,
Anthony Braxton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maleditus Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiohead,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.