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 Lesotho and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nirvana to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Litter,
Donald Byrd,
Main Source,
Aswad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ice-T,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dennis Brown,
The Young Rascals,
Bauhaus,
The Dead C,
The Knickerbockers,
Faraquet,
Marmalade,
Crooked Eye,
Das Ding,
Bad Manners,
Lee Hazlewood,
Letta Mbulu,
Malaria!,
the Association,
Anthony Braxton,
Absolute Body Control,
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
Oneida,
Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Angry Samoans,
Michelle Simonal,
Byron Stingily,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Freddie Wadling,
Grey Daturas,
Sandy B,
Motorama,
Cluster,
Gong,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
Fat Boys,
Radio Birdman,
the Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Busters,
Rites of Spring,
Harmonia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.