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 Bahrain and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mummies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donny Hathaway,
The Names,
Deakin,
Index,
the Germs,
Altered Images,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter,
The Five Americans,
Anakelly,
The Invisible,
Bobby Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agent Orange,
The Martian,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Von Mondo,
Blancmange,
The Sonics,
Icehouse,
Ronan,
Gang Green,
Byron Stingily,
Duran Duran,
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Saints,
Los Fastidios,
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
Ossler,
Don Cherry,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Interpol,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.