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 East Timor and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Human League to the funk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harry Pussy,
Minor Threat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yaz,
Jawbox,
Zero Boys,
Niagra,
Excepter,
The Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Blake Baxter,
The Doors,
Peter & Gordon,
Marmalade,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warsaw,
Model 500,
Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Main Source,
Skaos,
Ponytail,
Cecil Taylor,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
Tom Boy,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
Alton Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
the Bar-Kays,
Guru Guru,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Buzzcocks,
ABBA,
JFA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
H. Thieme,
Pulsallama,
John Lydon,
The Residents,
Sam Rivers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Modern Lovers,
Angry Samoans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
This Heat,
Fat Boys,
Whodini,
Connie Case,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
Boredoms,
The Smoke,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.