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 Serbia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Association 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Copeland,
The Fall,
Eli Mardock,
The Fortunes,
Alton Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
Roger Hodgson,
Monolake,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oblivians,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Germs,
Scion,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
In Retrospect,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
New Age Steppers,
The Gladiators,
Desert Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Saccharine Trust,
Accadde A,
Sound Behaviour,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pop Group,
Rites of Spring,
Sister Nancy,
Crime,
Franke,
Pere Ubu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
PIL,
The Residents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
Rapeman,
Tears for Fears,
Sun City Girls,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
The Fugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Durutti Column,
Yellowson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.