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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Minor Threat to the funk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Piero Umiliani,
The Divine Comedy,
48th St. Collective,
Unwound,
Jeff Lynne,
Minor Threat,
Steve Hackett,
Marmalade,
Sound Behaviour,
The Litter,
Isaac Hayes,
Darondo,
Stereo Dub,
Mission of Burma,
Spoonie Gee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Youth Brigade,
Scion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joensuu 1685,
The Shadows of Knight,
L. Decosne,
B.T. Express,
Yusef Lateef,
Popol Vuh,
Eurythmics,
Urselle,
Surgeon,
Pole,
New York Dolls,
The Fortunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Residents,
Faraquet,
The Skatalites,
June of 44,
Harry Pussy,
Gong,
the Bar-Kays,
Blancmange,
Desert Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drexciya,
Brothers Johnson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Motorama,
Roxy Music,
Ituana,
The Smiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris Corsano,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blues Magoos,
The Raincoats,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.