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 Denmark and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grunge 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joy Division,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker,
Rod Modell,
Robert Wyatt,
Prince Buster,
Boredoms,
Quantec,
One Last Wish,
Bauhaus,
Slave,
Main Source,
Kaleidoscope,
James White and The Blacks,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reagan Youth,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Christie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deadbeat,
Sight & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Royal Trux,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
R.M.O.,
New Order,
Qualms,
Chrome,
the Bar-Kays,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Standells,
Radiohead,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter,
Jacob Miller,
Camberwell Now,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fugazi,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas,
Masters at Work,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.