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 Zambia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 The Birthday Party to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hashim,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare,
CMW,
Kevin Saunderson,
Junior Murvin,
Tres Demented,
Skriet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Symarip,
Byron Stingily,
Blake Baxter,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dirtbombs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monks,
Pulsallama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bob Dylan,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Barracudas,
Unrelated Segments,
New York Dolls,
Glenn Branca,
Tears for Fears,
Fat Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Davy DMX,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harmonia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yusef Lateef,
Stiv Bators,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
B.T. Express,
The Trojans,
Altered Images,
Ten City,
Y Pants,
Television,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gladiators,
Bronski Beat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.