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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Robert Palmer 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 Cymande to the techno 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Average White Band,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Lightning Bolt,
T. Rex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Section 25,
Stetsasonic,
Los Fastidios,
Piero Umiliani,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
MC5,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers,
Half Japanese,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Flag,
Black Bananas,
Monks,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quando Quango,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Deepchord,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dead C,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Vogues,
Radio Birdman,
Ice-T,
Peter & Gordon,
Slave,
Visage,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Barracudas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Order,
Procol Harum,
Tom Boy,
Yazoo,
Jacob Miller,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.