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 Japan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Cal Tjader to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Peter & Gordon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Piero Umiliani,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
Bad Manners,
Arcadia,
Davy DMX,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
Ronan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
Rotary Connection,
Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Toni Rubio,
Scan 7,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eli Mardock,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Sneak,
L. Decosne,
Barrington Levy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
Clear Light,
Pantytec,
Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Hot Snakes,
The Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Sight & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Theoretical Girls,
Animal Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Terry Callier,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Style,
Freddie Wadling,
The Barracudas,
Alphaville,
The Beau Brummels,
Camberwell Now,
The Selecter,
Sarah Menescal,
PIL,
Tres Demented,
Bauhaus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.