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 Bahrain and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 The Gun Club 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Desert Stars,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonic Youth,
Audionom,
10cc,
Deadbeat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
JFA,
Pantaleimon,
Kas Product,
The Move,
World's Most,
The Leaves,
Japan,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Urselle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barry Ungar,
Skriet,
The Evens,
Idris Muhammad,
Kenny Larkin,
T.S.O.L.,
Intrusion,
Lungfish,
The Birthday Party,
Sun City Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Roxy Music,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
Gregory Isaacs,
Section 25,
Basic Channel,
The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
Aloha Tigers,
Zapp,
Joensuu 1685,
Franke,
Radio Birdman,
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.