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 Malaysia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 DJ Style to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kurtis Blow,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
Thompson Twins,
Guru Guru,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust,
Pagans,
Tubeway Army,
The Music Machine,
Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Morten Harket,
Brass Construction,
Stereo Dub,
Shoche,
Section 25,
Absolute Body Control,
Outsiders,
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
Talk Talk,
The Gories,
Judy Mowatt,
Loose Ends,
Radio Birdman,
In Retrospect,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Rekid,
Lower 48,
Adolescents,
Gang Green,
Inner City,
Grey Daturas,
Wasted Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Cecil Taylor,
U.S. Maple,
Peter and Kerry,
Prince Buster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crash Course in Science,
Bob Dylan,
David Bowie,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Niagra,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
Spandau Ballet,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.