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 Mauritius and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 FM Einheit to the crunk 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Germs,
The Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
Aural Exciters,
Dave Gahan,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Sherman,
Con Funk Shun,
Rapeman,
The United States of America,
Ossler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Walker Brothers,
The Offenders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Animal Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
Roger Hodgson,
Anakelly,
Swell Maps,
Marmalade,
The Fortunes,
Adolescents,
The Young Rascals,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gladiators,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Massinfluence,
Scientists,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Eric Dolphy,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool Moe Dee,
H. Thieme,
Bauhaus,
Agent Orange,
Iggy Pop,
The Remains,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry's Kids,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
Sarah Menescal,
FM Einheit,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
Warren Ellis,
Magazine,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.