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 Tonga and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Lungfish to the grime 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Associates,
Bill Wells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Make Up,
The Modern Lovers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Desert Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work,
a-ha,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacob Miller,
The Pretty Things,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
D'Angelo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fuzztones,
Faust,
Lalann,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Siglo XX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oneida,
Joensuu 1685,
Maurizio,
Blake Baxter,
Pere Ubu,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers,
Bang On A Can,
the Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Marc Almond,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter & Gordon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moby Grape,
Faraquet,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Bananas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Moon,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Finger,
Howard Jones,
Joy Division,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.