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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Malaria! to the crunk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gap Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Wake,
The Vogues,
Model 500,
Khruangbin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Rekid,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Remains,
Kurtis Blow,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Order,
the Swans,
L. Decosne,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick Morgan,
John Foxx,
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
Ice-T,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter & Gordon,
X-102,
Brothers Johnson,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
The Sound,
cv313,
DNA,
Minutemen,
Erasure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
CMW,
Angry Samoans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
The Busters,
Duran Duran,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
Tubeway Army,
Moss Icon,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.