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 Serbia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the disco 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Brothers Johnson,
Negative Approach,
Reuben Wilson,
Urselle,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Juan Atkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MC5,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slits,
Howard Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donald Byrd,
Outsiders,
Ludus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra,
The Gun Club,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Deadbeat,
Rosa Yemen,
Nils Olav,
A Certain Ratio,
Vladislav Delay,
Y Pants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zero Boys,
Toni Rubio,
U.S. Maple,
Icehouse,
Groovy Waters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camouflage,
Ossler,
The Invisible,
Letta Mbulu,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
Erykah Badu,
Dennis Brown,
E-Dancer,
Bill Wells,
Moebius,
Crime,
Roxette,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.