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 Peru and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 T.S.O.L. to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Max Romeo,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Chrome,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Toni Rubio,
Guru Guru,
Public Enemy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Residents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dark Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
Ornette Coleman,
Trumans Water,
Crash Course in Science,
The Busters,
Leonard Cohen,
The Five Americans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Grass Roots,
Albert Ayler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Metal Thangz,
Stetsasonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Zeros,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
Simply Red,
The Trojans,
The Blackbyrds,
Arcadia,
The Cowsills,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Tommy Roe,
the Slits,
Camouflage,
Popol Vuh,
One Last Wish,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Associates,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
John Lydon,
The Star Department,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.