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 Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mr. Review 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mojo Men,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quantec,
The Gun Club,
June Days,
Joey Negro,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Count Five,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
10cc,
Alison Limerick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mars,
La Düsseldorf,
David Bowie,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox,
Lucky Dragons,
Crime,
Magma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Tremeloes,
the Normal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Sheep,
Audionom,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smoke,
Von Mondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Christie,
Malaria!,
Agitation Free,
New Order,
This Heat,
The Zeros,
The Human League,
The Wake,
Henry Cow,
Nils Olav,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.