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 Australia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 a-ha to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Public Enemy,
Sixth Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Drexciya,
John Foxx,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry's Kids,
Schoolly D,
Lindisfarne,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
Tommy Roe,
Icehouse,
The Real Kids,
The Offenders,
The Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
The United States of America,
Todd Terry,
Delta 5,
Blossom Toes,
Procol Harum,
Supertramp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bad Manners,
The Monochrome Set,
Basic Channel,
Archie Shepp,
Wings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-102,
Johnny Osbourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABBA,
New Age Steppers,
Cybotron,
The Cure,
Gregory Isaacs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Germs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins,
Dennis Brown,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Iggy Pop,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
UT,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
The Angels of Light,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ohio Players,
Lucky Dragons,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.