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 Malawi and from Bologna.
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 Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Siglo XX to the rock 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Shoche,
CMW,
Deepchord,
Main Source,
Cymande,
The Barracudas,
The Happenings,
The Litter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
The United States of America,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q and Not U,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
Rod Modell,
Warren Ellis,
The Slackers,
The Standells,
Monks,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The New Christs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
Little Man,
Skriet,
Y Pants,
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gap Band,
Funkadelic,
the Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yusef Lateef,
Darondo,
Joy Division,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls,
Rosa Yemen,
Simply Red,
The Pretty Things,
Bronski Beat,
Peter and Kerry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hasil Adkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
Rapeman,
Das Ding,
Minny Pops,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.