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 Uganda and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Qualms to the rap 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cowsills,
Monolake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Easy Going,
Joey Negro,
Royal Trux,
The Residents,
James White and The Blacks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
Kayak,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days,
Ronnie Foster,
Junior Murvin,
The Busters,
Lungfish,
Barrington Levy,
Banda Bassotti,
Jandek,
June of 44,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mummies,
Deepchord,
The United States of America,
Heaven 17,
Little Man,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers,
Essential Logic,
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick May,
Suicide,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker,
Ronan,
Terry Callier,
Visage,
EPMD,
Pylon,
Barbara Tucker,
Barry Ungar,
John Cale,
The Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Offenders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alton Ellis,
The Techniques,
Negative Approach,
Organ,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.