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 Lebanon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Prince Buster to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lakeside,
Mark Hollis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lyres,
Khruangbin,
Marine Girls,
Funky Four + One,
The Fall,
The Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
The Raincoats,
Neu!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick May,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Prunes,
MC5,
the Bar-Kays,
Rotary Connection,
Goldenarms,
Skarface,
Vainqueur,
Todd Terry,
The Slackers,
Panda Bear,
Aaron Thompson,
Judy Mowatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Metal Thangz,
Absolute Body Control,
Smog,
The Residents,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
Anakelly,
The Searchers,
Robert Görl,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
E-Dancer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kevin Saunderson,
cv313,
Minny Pops,
Black Sheep,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Alton Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.