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 Malawi and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Selecter to the electroclash 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mr. Review,
the Association,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
Scratch Acid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Dolphy,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott Heron,
David McCallum,
Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Misunderstood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sandy B,
Gregory Isaacs,
Interpol,
Flash Fearless,
Schoolly D,
The Velvet Underground,
Ossler,
The Modern Lovers,
Connie Case,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Heaven 17,
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kas Product,
Nico,
Flamin' Groovies,
Porter Ricks,
Grey Daturas,
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Altered Images,
UT,
Faust,
Juan Atkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pulsallama,
Circle Jerks,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.