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 Georgia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the funk 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s.
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 Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Ohio Players,
F. McDonald,
Q65,
Make Up,
Mantronix,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mad Mike,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swans,
Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Jandek,
Harry Pussy,
Newcleus,
Animal Collective,
Gang of Four,
Al Stewart,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Mills,
Brick,
8 Eyed Spy,
La Düsseldorf,
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
Alice Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aloha Tigers,
Moebius,
Average White Band,
Desert Stars,
John Lydon,
Index,
The Martian,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultra Naté,
The Modern Lovers,
Pulsallama,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
FM Einheit,
T.S.O.L.,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.