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 Poland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Infiniti to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Schoolly D,
The Star Department,
Little Man,
Robert Görl,
Motorama,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp,
Altered Images,
Mo-Dettes,
This Heat,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Oblivians,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
Skarface,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boogie Down Productions,
T.S.O.L.,
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
Sarah Menescal,
Unwound,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
Gang of Four,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy Collins,
Outsiders,
Anthony Braxton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Music Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Brass Construction,
kango's stein massive,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Scientists,
H. Thieme,
The Doors,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alton Ellis,
Connie Case,
The Happenings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sex Pistols,
Kas Product,
Siglo XX,
Gang Green,
John Holt,
James White and The Blacks,
The Velvet Underground,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.