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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Scott Walker to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Smoke,
Hoover,
The Golliwogs,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Foxx,
The Monochrome Set,
Marmalade,
Joe Smooth,
KRS-One,
Judy Mowatt,
Sixth Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Mills,
OOIOO,
Darondo,
New Order,
The New Christs,
Schoolly D,
Urselle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quadrant,
Jeff Lynne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angry Samoans,
Sugar Minott,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Almond,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brand Nubian,
Nik Kershaw,
Arab on Radar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
AZ,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Parry Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.