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 Syria and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the electroclash 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Lalann,
The Pop Group,
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
D'Angelo,
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gun Club,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
CMW,
New York Dolls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Piero Umiliani,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
The Victims,
Joyce Sims,
Wings,
The Slackers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef,
Patti Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Q and Not U,
Vainqueur,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sarah Menescal,
Mad Mike,
The Alarm Clocks,
Groovy Waters,
Boredoms,
Accadde A,
U.S. Maple,
Liliput,
Stetsasonic,
Henry Cow,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
Lindisfarne,
Livin' Joy,
the Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alphaville,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
Scientists,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.