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 Croatia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Susan Cadogan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Barrington Levy,
Albert Ayler,
Radio Birdman,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Leonard Cohen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Average White Band,
K-Klass,
Godley & Creme,
Chris Corsano,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
Fear,
Thee Headcoats,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eden Ahbez,
John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Yellowson,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City,
Zapp,
Index,
Dawn Penn,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Main Source,
This Heat,
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men,
JFA,
Pole,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Wells,
The Trojans,
Ten City,
Roxette,
Little Man,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Prince Buster,
Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Royal Trux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minutemen,
Sight & Sound,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.