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 Cameroon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
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 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 Blancmange to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
Faraquet,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Scientists,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Skarface,
Dual Sessions,
Excepter,
The Birthday Party,
Juan Atkins,
The Evens,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Sherman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Icehouse,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
Dead Boys,
Skaos,
Urselle,
Sun City Girls,
Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
The United States of America,
The Toasters,
The Searchers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Albert Ayler,
Reagan Youth,
the Normal,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pretty Things,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visage,
Franke,
Cal Tjader,
The Walker Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
The Misunderstood,
The Monks,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.