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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the jazz 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Rakim,
Can,
Minor Threat,
June of 44,
Sugar Minott,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Finger,
Fugazi,
Slave,
Barrington Levy,
the Human League,
JFA,
The Searchers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alphaville,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Funkadelic,
Bush Tetras,
Y Pants,
The Litter,
Inner City,
The Mummies,
The Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Babytalk,
Outsiders,
Franke,
ABBA,
DJ Style,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Depeche Mode,
The Moody Blues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Judy Mowatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Starr,
Tom Boy,
Television,
It's A Beautiful Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Yaz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shoche,
The Fall,
Skaos,
The Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Sex Pistols,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.