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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
La Düsseldorf,
Fluxion,
Crime,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stiv Bators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stereo Dub,
D'Angelo,
Carl Craig,
Scrapy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suburban Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
The American Breed,
Ten City,
Minny Pops,
Lakeside,
Ludus,
Absolute Body Control,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
The Barracudas,
Panda Bear,
Can,
Q65,
Cluster,
Porter Ricks,
Barbara Tucker,
Eli Mardock,
The Slackers,
Guru Guru,
Au Pairs,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
Quantec,
K-Klass,
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pierre Henry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Patti Smith,
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
John Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
B.T. Express,
The Music Machine,
Procol Harum,
the Swans,
Echospace,
CMW,
The Doors,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.