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 Turkey and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ice-T,
Organ,
Porter Ricks,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rakim,
Monks,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
Make Up,
Sex Pistols,
New York Dolls,
Laurel Aitken,
The Neon Judgement,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
Severed Heads,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
The Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
Nico,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alphaville,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neu!,
Agent Orange,
A Certain Ratio,
The Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
Surgeon,
B.T. Express,
The Remains,
Fat Boys,
Dead Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
This Heat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Black Moon,
Ultra Naté,
Das Ding,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quando Quango,
Ossler,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
The Dead C,
Erykah Badu,
Piero Umiliani,
the Normal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.