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 Bahamas and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Thee Headcoats to the techno 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bush Tetras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Eric B and Rakim,
In Retrospect,
The Smoke,
Qualms,
Groovy Waters,
Mark Hollis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magma,
The Durutti Column,
Massinfluence,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Khruangbin,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
B.T. Express,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nico,
Fatback Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Patti Smith,
Dave Gahan,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Sherman,
CMW,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scion,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxette,
Make Up,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
The Sonics,
the Sonics,
Kayak,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
Aswad,
Maleditus Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.