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 Solomon Islands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Index to the punk 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gories,
Lower 48,
Grauzone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
Metal Thangz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Depeche Mode,
Brand Nubian,
Main Source,
Minor Threat,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
A Certain Ratio,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
Parry Music,
David Axelrod,
The Remains,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
One Last Wish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sandy B,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Golliwogs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masters at Work,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
The Tremeloes,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Offenders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bad Manners,
Wolf Eyes,
Wire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Angels of Light,
Joy Division,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.