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 United States and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 The Remains to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
Jawbox,
Audionom,
Dual Sessions,
John Lydon,
Hasil Adkins,
Chrome,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
Deepchord,
Bob Dylan,
Warsaw,
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
Clear Light,
Rakim,
June of 44,
Minnie Riperton,
Lightning Bolt,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scratch Acid,
June Days,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gong,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cymande,
Fatback Band,
Roxy Music,
The Star Department,
Agent Orange,
Liliput,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
Max Romeo,
Talk Talk,
Black Moon,
F. McDonald,
The Fall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
CMW,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Model 500,
Country Teasers,
The Angels of Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Flag,
Barry Ungar,
The Happenings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
The Beau Brummels,
Fad Gadget,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.