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 Czech Republic and from London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
K-Klass,
KRS-One,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
Funkadelic,
Television,
Blake Baxter,
The Wake,
Spandau Ballet,
Marmalade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Los Fastidios,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dual Sessions,
Mars,
Scientists,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
Joey Negro,
Mandrill,
The Red Krayola,
The Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minutemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cowsills,
Deadbeat,
Bauhaus,
Joy Division,
Quadrant,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
Kaleidoscope,
Harmonia,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
Main Source,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agitation Free,
DJ Style,
Derrick Morgan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
10cc,
Thee Headcoats,
June of 44,
Soul II Soul,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Albert Ayler,
David Axelrod,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.