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 Andorra and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Inner City to the rap 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Au Pairs,
Pole,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Leaves,
Maurizio,
The Gories,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
Peter and Kerry,
Maleditus Sound,
Erasure,
Rapeman,
Lyres,
KRS-One,
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Halsall,
Theoretical Girls,
Moss Icon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blancmange,
Warsaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Underground Resistance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fela Kuti,
Pussy Galore,
Minor Threat,
ABC,
June Days,
Pulsallama,
Monolake,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy Collins,
The Real Kids,
Bluetip,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Starr,
Mandrill,
Tears for Fears,
Sällskapet,
Lungfish,
Lower 48,
Rakim,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Dolphy,
Tom Boy,
Flipper,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.