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 Lesotho and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 The Gun Club to the rock 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Ossler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeru the Damaja,
In Retrospect,
Mad Mike,
The Smoke,
Erasure,
Radiohead,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott Heron,
Don Cherry,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
The Sound,
The Standells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
Morten Harket,
The Litter,
Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
One Last Wish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joy Division,
The Fortunes,
The United States of America,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magma,
The Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Steve Hackett,
the Germs,
Tubeway Army,
Cluster,
Idris Muhammad,
The Motions,
Shoche,
Tim Buckley,
The New Christs,
Danielle Patucci,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
Make Up,
Banda Bassotti,
Terry Callier,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
Black Pus,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Flag,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.