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 Niger and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Michael McDonald 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 B.T. Express to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Talk Talk,
Shuggie Otis,
Alphaville,
Cymande,
Faraquet,
Wasted Youth,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Maurizio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra,
Minnie Riperton,
Q and Not U,
Marine Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
The Buckinghams,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dead Boys,
Dark Day,
Prince Buster,
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Funkadelic,
Rites of Spring,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt,
Schoolly D,
Glenn Branca,
Eden Ahbez,
H. Thieme,
Can,
Stiv Bators,
Man Parrish,
Erasure,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang of Four,
The Cure,
Bronski Beat,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mandrill,
Excepter,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Idris Muhammad,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Dolphy,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
Audionom,
Morten Harket,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.