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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Cabaret Voltaire to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Depeche Mode,
Moby Grape,
Bronski Beat,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
E-Dancer,
Minny Pops,
The Dead C,
AZ,
Groovy Waters,
Ultravox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Charles Mingus,
Mark Hollis,
Siglo XX,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
The Invisible,
Tom Boy,
The New Christs,
The Star Department,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ituana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Goldenarms,
Michelle Simonal,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Foxx,
Funkadelic,
Oblivians,
Franke,
Brass Construction,
Black Pus,
The Knickerbockers,
Quadrant,
Danielle Patucci,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
Model 500,
Country Joe & The Fish,
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
Ohio Players,
Fad Gadget,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.