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 Eritrea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Minutemen to the grime 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
Scrapy,
Heaven 17,
The Wake,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lungfish,
Quantec,
Deadbeat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mojo Men,
Schoolly D,
The Stooges,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
The Cure,
Das Ding,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thompson Twins,
Von Mondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tom Boy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cowsills,
Animal Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
Inner City,
Pagans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cameo,
Au Pairs,
Joensuu 1685,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reagan Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Nation of Ulysses,
World's Most,
Dennis Brown,
Rod Modell,
In Retrospect,
Echospace,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anakelly,
LL Cool J,
Barry Ungar,
The Standells,
Crime,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.