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 Kiribati and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funky Four + One,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
Godley & Creme,
Skarface,
John Holt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kenny Larkin,
Juan Atkins,
Pantaleimon,
Jacob Miller,
Anakelly,
Massinfluence,
the Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Deadbeat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fear,
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers,
Scion,
Joe Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slits,
Althea and Donna,
8 Eyed Spy,
Parry Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wolf Eyes,
Average White Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Misunderstood,
Crash Course in Science,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pop Group,
Popol Vuh,
Ronnie Foster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
Von Mondo,
U.S. Maple,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tres Demented,
Jacques Brel,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.