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 Italy and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Bush Tetras to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Selecter,
Scan 7,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eve St. Jones,
Barrington Levy,
The Black Dice,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Mills,
The Remains,
Schoolly D,
Angry Samoans,
ABBA,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Letta Mbulu,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Erykah Badu,
Slick Rick,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
The Litter,
Kurtis Blow,
Oneida,
Silicon Teens,
Eli Mardock,
The Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Sister Nancy,
Minor Threat,
Sun City Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
Rekid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hashim,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.