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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Newcleus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Darondo,
Basic Channel,
Mars,
Crash Course in Science,
Negative Approach,
the Germs,
Graham Central Station,
Livin' Joy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anthony Braxton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
Main Source,
Sun Ra,
Mantronix,
Scientists,
Average White Band,
The Associates,
E-Dancer,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day,
Second Layer,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ludus,
Can,
The Fuzztones,
Piero Umiliani,
Agitation Free,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Eric Dolphy,
Zapp,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
Arthur Verocai,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Adolescents,
Glenn Branca,
Tommy Roe,
L. Decosne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Severed Heads,
Urselle,
Franke,
The Gun Club,
Skriet,
Scott Walker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.