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 Brunei and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Smiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
Thompson Twins,
Yaz,
Henry Cow,
La Düsseldorf,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
Pole,
One Last Wish,
Gang of Four,
Metal Thangz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Archie Shepp,
Don Cherry,
Inner City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Piero Umiliani,
Lyres,
Unrelated Segments,
Crash Course in Science,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonic Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims,
LL Cool J,
Lower 48,
The Fuzztones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dirtbombs,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Aaron Thompson,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agent Orange,
the Human League,
Q65,
Althea and Donna,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Negative Approach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Young Marble Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.