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 Afghanistan and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 48th St. Collective to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Terry,
The Doors,
OOIOO,
Cecil Taylor,
The United States of America,
Flipper,
Sound Behaviour,
Niagra,
Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sam Rivers,
The Invisible,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
E-Dancer,
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
Ituana,
Hot Snakes,
Alice Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
DNA,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faust,
Public Image Ltd.,
The New Christs,
The Fugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spoonie Gee,
Supertramp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Knickerbockers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Divine Comedy,
Kaleidoscope,
Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quando Quango,
The Wake,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Symarip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Joy Division,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.