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 Hungary and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Theoretical Girls to the disco 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Minny Pops,
Junior Murvin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bob Dylan,
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
Quantec,
Crash Course in Science,
Stetsasonic,
MC5,
Arthur Verocai,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boz Scaggs,
Ohio Players,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minor Threat,
Max Romeo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deadbeat,
Panda Bear,
Scientists,
Cybotron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantaleimon,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Dawn Penn,
10cc,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Near,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
Fela Kuti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
Country Teasers,
cv313,
Nas,
Black Sheep,
the Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Delta 5,
John Holt,
Dual Sessions,
The Dead C,
Sixth Finger,
Crooked Eye,
David Axelrod,
New Order,
The Associates,
Ossler,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.