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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The New Christs,
Tom Boy,
Flipper,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Section 25,
Susan Cadogan,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Music Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sex Pistols,
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacques Brel,
The Grass Roots,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
Roxy Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masters at Work,
EPMD,
The Happenings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aswad,
Ronan,
Los Fastidios,
New Order,
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sam Rivers,
Stereo Dub,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cybotron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Litter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
FM Einheit,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.