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 Gambia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Crooked Eye to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lower 48,
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
Amazonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Youth Brigade,
Whodini,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
Alison Limerick,
Can,
Crooked Eye,
The Victims,
Marc Almond,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Walker Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
the Association,
The Skatalites,
La Düsseldorf,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
Shuggie Otis,
Porter Ricks,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Mills,
X-102,
Ituana,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare,
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Foxx,
Surgeon,
Interpol,
Section 25,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Style,
Agitation Free,
Nik Kershaw,
Second Layer,
Joey Negro,
The Residents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Birthday Party,
Cluster,
The Litter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fela Kuti,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.