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 Korea South and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Saccharine Trust to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Eden Ahbez,
Michelle Simonal,
Lakeside,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
X-101,
Tommy Roe,
Porter Ricks,
Khruangbin,
Hasil Adkins,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yaz,
Crime,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends,
Morten Harket,
Mandrill,
Skriet,
The Gap Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
Skarface,
Interpol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Order,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Infiniti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Style,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arcadia,
Monolake,
Stetsasonic,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sam Rivers,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas,
KRS-One,
The Dead C,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scratch Acid,
Joy Division,
The Associates,
Deakin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T. Rex,
Das Ding,
John Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Visage,
Bobby Sherman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.