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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Flash Fearless,
Minutemen,
The Human League,
Althea and Donna,
The Neon Judgement,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry's Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Symarip,
The Blackbyrds,
Icehouse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Starr,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funkadelic,
The American Breed,
Basic Channel,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ohio Players,
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
Q and Not U,
Alison Limerick,
Boredoms,
Urselle,
Whodini,
Pylon,
Khruangbin,
Junior Murvin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terry Callier,
Sexual Harrassment,
David McCallum,
Procol Harum,
Monolake,
Quadrant,
Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
Bad Manners,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mantronix,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Modern Lovers,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.