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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
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 David Bowie 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 New Order to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Monolake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sparks,
MDC,
The Cramps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oneida,
Sister Nancy,
Harmonia,
Au Pairs,
Gang Green,
This Heat,
Duran Duran,
The Dave Clark Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Bush Tetras,
Popol Vuh,
John Holt,
The Doors,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash,
F. McDonald,
Mantronix,
The Techniques,
The Fortunes,
Negative Approach,
The Young Rascals,
Easy Going,
Bill Wells,
Mad Mike,
Hardrive,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Enemy,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Scan 7,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barry Ungar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul II Soul,
Yaz,
Todd Terry,
Section 25,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Byrd,
The Human League,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pole,
The Fall,
X-Ray Spex,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.