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 Azerbaijan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Sun City Girls to the techno 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Maurizio,
Danielle Patucci,
Moss Icon,
Cluster,
Sun Ra,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Flag,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rosa Yemen,
Hardrive,
Marine Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fugazi,
The Buckinghams,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fortunes,
EPMD,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Desert Stars,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Franke,
The J.B.'s,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smoke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sarah Menescal,
Skarface,
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Invisible,
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angry Samoans,
The Young Rascals,
Quadrant,
Mission of Burma,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy Collins,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.