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 Turkey and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Iggy Pop to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gladiators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joy Division,
The Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bob Dylan,
The Happenings,
Thompson Twins,
B.T. Express,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
Schoolly D,
Fela Kuti,
Juan Atkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lyres,
Byron Stingily,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hardrive,
MDC,
David McCallum,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aswad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABC,
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Hood,
Black Flag,
Warren Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Supertramp,
The Selecter,
UT,
The Moleskins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pretty Things,
David Bowie,
Ornette Coleman,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
The Cramps,
This Heat,
The Wake,
Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.