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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Drexciya to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Easy Going,
Marine Girls,
Inner City,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
B.T. Express,
Peter and Kerry,
Tears for Fears,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
The J.B.'s,
Das Ding,
The Last Poets,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
Sight & Sound,
Fluxion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
LL Cool J,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
K-Klass,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Schoolly D,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q65,
Deakin,
Nas,
Scan 7,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Young Rascals,
Kevin Saunderson,
Smog,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Martian,
Crime,
The Kinks,
MC5,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.