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 Australia and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 A Certain Ratio 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Y Pants,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Almond,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Style,
Soulsonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Pantytec,
D'Angelo,
Niagra,
Colin Newman,
Robert Görl,
FM Einheit,
Japan,
Roxette,
Terry Callier,
The Music Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
The Martian,
Roxy Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes,
The Vogues,
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
Smog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marmalade,
Metal Thangz,
Deepchord,
Angry Samoans,
MDC,
Chrome,
Davy DMX,
Make Up,
Popol Vuh,
Parry Music,
Minor Threat,
Eli Mardock,
Babytalk,
James White and The Blacks,
Erasure,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ken Boothe,
Reagan Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
H. Thieme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
UT,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Severed Heads,
Funkadelic,
Joe Smooth,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.