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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Patti Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Funkadelic,
Reuben Wilson,
Agitation Free,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Association,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
This Heat,
Nirvana,
Pagans,
D'Angelo,
Crooked Eye,
Cymande,
L. Decosne,
Eve St. Jones,
FM Einheit,
Sister Nancy,
Peter and Kerry,
Wings,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
Sällskapet,
Bang On A Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mantronix,
the Slits,
New Order,
Roy Ayers,
Quando Quango,
Camouflage,
Kas Product,
Yaz,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Section 25,
Eli Mardock,
The Invisible,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Theoretical Girls,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
Minutemen,
The Kinks,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.