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 Syria and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 The Slits to the crunk 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Wyatt,
Sällskapet,
Ice-T,
David Axelrod,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Babytalk,
Fat Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
David McCallum,
Talk Talk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiohead,
The Invisible,
The Grass Roots,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
Mandrill,
The Selecter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
Sugar Minott,
Donny Hathaway,
Y Pants,
Joensuu 1685,
Terry Callier,
Howard Jones,
Gichy Dan,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus,
Dennis Brown,
Black Bananas,
Fela Kuti,
New Age Steppers,
John Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Isaac Hayes,
Agent Orange,
Fear,
Black Pus,
The Doors,
Darondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fugazi,
The Monochrome Set,
Quantec,
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Das Ding,
the Human League,
Cal Tjader,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.