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 Jamaica 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Ice-T to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Black Bananas,
Von Mondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agent Orange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Smog,
The Cure,
Animal Collective,
Vainqueur,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slick Rick,
Gichy Dan,
The Dead C,
Khruangbin,
The Black Dice,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Organ,
Main Source,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Mandrill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythm & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Move,
Alphaville,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quantec,
Ultra Naté,
K-Klass,
Pet Shop Boys,
Japan,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fatback Band,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
Bad Manners,
The Buckinghams,
Minnie Riperton,
Kayak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
Con Funk Shun,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.