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 Samoa 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Alice Coltrane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
The Offenders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris Corsano,
Monolake,
Ponytail,
Bobby Sherman,
Urselle,
Bad Manners,
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics,
Joy Division,
Yellowson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
The Cure,
Qualms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hardrive,
Model 500,
Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Lungfish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
H. Thieme,
X-Ray Spex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mad Mike,
Pagans,
The New Christs,
The Residents,
John Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grauzone,
Dave Gahan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nirvana,
Country Teasers,
Siglo XX,
Con Funk Shun,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fluxion,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
cv313,
Unwound,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Sneak,
Faust,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.