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 Qatar and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 K-Klass to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
CMW,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alison Limerick,
Tommy Roe,
R.M.O.,
Arcadia,
Adolescents,
The Wake,
The Grass Roots,
Tears for Fears,
the Swans,
The Fortunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Parry Music,
Ituana,
The Leaves,
Archie Shepp,
Agent Orange,
The Golliwogs,
Cameo,
Black Pus,
Barclay James Harvest,
The American Breed,
Jerry's Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bronski Beat,
Juan Atkins,
Sun City Girls,
The Searchers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Don Cherry,
Pantytec,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dawn Penn,
The Gories,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
MDC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amazonics,
ABBA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Los Fastidios,
B.T. Express,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.