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 Argentina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Isaac Hayes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Black Bananas,
Rufus Thomas,
Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
Morten Harket,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
Soft Machine,
Pole,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Near,
Television Personalities,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Cybotron,
Wire,
UT,
Minutemen,
Guru Guru,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Talk Talk,
Camberwell Now,
Henry Cow,
Interpol,
Second Layer,
Reuben Wilson,
New York Dolls,
The Durutti Column,
The Evens,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
Motorama,
Fela Kuti,
Sparks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Popol Vuh,
Ken Boothe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Oblivians,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tom Boy,
Aswad,
The Fortunes,
Slick Rick,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.