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 Belize and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Maleditus Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets,
the Swans,
The American Breed,
Circle Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slits,
Connie Case,
Porter Ricks,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-101,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
Pantaleimon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Hood,
Aural Exciters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Holt,
The Kinks,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Japan,
Arthur Verocai,
Nas,
R.M.O.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alphaville,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skaos,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Delta 5,
Moss Icon,
The Buckinghams,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Finger,
Simply Red,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultravox,
Anthony Braxton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Bowie,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
The Happenings,
Isaac Hayes,
Goldenarms,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.