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 Georgia and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Monks to the rap 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
Cybotron,
The Evens,
Visage,
Scan 7,
The Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra,
Surgeon,
Arcadia,
Judy Mowatt,
FM Einheit,
Bad Manners,
Joyce Sims,
Main Source,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Aloha Tigers,
Negative Approach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Morten Harket,
The Doobie Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
The Slackers,
Los Fastidios,
Tom Boy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
Tears for Fears,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pussy Galore,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cowsills,
Junior Murvin,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Starr,
Half Japanese,
Robert Görl,
Newcleus,
Mars,
Bauhaus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Interpol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swell Maps,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Massinfluence,
Lightning Bolt,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.