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 Finland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Big Daddy Kane to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hill. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Sound Behaviour,
David Bowie,
Tubeway Army,
Alison Limerick,
Sonic Youth,
The Move,
the Human League,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
the Bar-Kays,
Blossom Toes,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
E-Dancer,
Sex Pistols,
The Modern Lovers,
In Retrospect,
Nik Kershaw,
The Vogues,
New York Dolls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Model 500,
Jandek,
the Sonics,
the Association,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Y Pants,
EPMD,
Little Man,
The Fugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
FM Einheit,
R.M.O.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang On A Can,
Can,
Buzzcocks,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.