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 Ethiopia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Eve St. Jones to the grime 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
the Association,
Oneida,
Cymande,
Dennis Brown,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Maleditus Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Hill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Silicon Teens,
Nirvana,
Public Enemy,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
Rosa Yemen,
MDC,
Nico,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yazoo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sonics,
The Human League,
Ice-T,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Main Source,
The Index,
Los Fastidios,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
10cc,
The Young Rascals,
Absolute Body Control,
Outsiders,
Lungfish,
Junior Murvin,
Harmonia,
Bauhaus,
Soft Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swell Maps,
Stetsasonic,
Accadde A,
Bad Manners,
The Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry,
New York Dolls,
Rapeman,
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.