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 Kenya and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
Derrick Morgan,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drexciya,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
The Barracudas,
Judy Mowatt,
Niagra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Laurel Aitken,
Brothers Johnson,
Franke,
KRS-One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tres Demented,
Kenny Larkin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacques Brel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tom Boy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
Tubeway Army,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agent Orange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fuzztones,
The Trojans,
Andrew Hill,
Aswad,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cure,
Altered Images,
Magazine,
Skaos,
Second Layer,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
the Normal,
Gang Starr,
John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Ohio Players,
Visage,
Pylon,
Fat Boys,
The Standells,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.