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 France and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Zapp,
Half Japanese,
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
Bill Near,
Alphaville,
World's Most,
Aloha Tigers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
The Electric Prunes,
Japan,
H. Thieme,
Bluetip,
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Marine Girls,
Colin Newman,
Barrington Levy,
The Index,
Index,
The Stooges,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
Sun City Girls,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donny Hathaway,
Metal Thangz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Judy Mowatt,
MC5,
Tom Boy,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerri Chandler,
Excepter,
Con Funk Shun,
Inner City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
Whodini,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Eating Sloth,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Raincoats,
Ossler,
One Last Wish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Barracudas,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
Outsiders,
Quadrant,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.