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 Micronesia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Count Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Gang Green,
Arab on Radar,
Basic Channel,
Josef K,
DJ Style,
Ohio Players,
The Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABBA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Suburban Knight,
Mission of Burma,
The Dead C,
The Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Deakin,
Public Enemy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pussy Galore,
Janne Schatter,
Don Cherry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Almond,
Tom Boy,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
Fugazi,
MDC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flipper,
Stereo Dub,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Laurel Aitken,
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Television Personalities,
Yazoo,
Joey Negro,
Max Romeo,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.