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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Hood to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe 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?
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Sheep,
Pole,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Teasers,
Essential Logic,
Arab on Radar,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Associates,
Bauhaus,
Livin' Joy,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
B.T. Express,
Shuggie Otis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
The Invisible,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Mills,
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lungfish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cramps,
Arthur Verocai,
Terry Callier,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
Bush Tetras,
Brick,
Visage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Kenny Larkin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter and Kerry,
Television Personalities,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Bourne,
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Y Pants,
Kurtis Blow,
Howard Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.