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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Von Mondo,
Black Moon,
Jeff Lynne,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter and Kerry,
In Retrospect,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neu!,
The Fuzztones,
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sight & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amazonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Martian,
Andrew Hill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brass Construction,
Oblivians,
The Shadows of Knight,
Panda Bear,
Technova,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
The Knickerbockers,
Quadrant,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scion,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
Excepter,
The Music Machine,
Wally Richardson,
China Crisis,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slackers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
Buzzcocks,
Davy DMX,
Public Enemy,
KRS-One,
Ken Boothe,
Fear,
These Immortal Souls,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.