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 Monaco and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Fuzztones,
Country Teasers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Copeland,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Bad Manners,
Donny Hathaway,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
a-ha,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Red Krayola,
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
David McCallum,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harry Pussy,
Adolescents,
Mr. Review,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Blancmange,
Accadde A,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Excepter,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Franke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Saints,
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
Gang Starr,
Masters at Work,
Saccharine Trust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camberwell Now,
Henry Cow,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Tremeloes,
The Stooges,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.