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 Nepal and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sound,
Half Japanese,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
Pole,
Kenny Larkin,
Japan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yusef Lateef,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Janne Schatter,
The Cure,
Subhumans,
Brass Construction,
Jawbox,
Porter Ricks,
Tres Demented,
Dave Gahan,
Wally Richardson,
Second Layer,
Sparks,
The Star Department,
The Angels of Light,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agent Orange,
Country Teasers,
June of 44,
Jacob Miller,
The Leaves,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Sneak,
Visage,
Pulsallama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fluxion,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
Bluetip,
Mo-Dettes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Goldenarms,
DNA,
Aloha Tigers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
Bobby Womack,
Darondo,
The Buckinghams,
Eurythmics,
The Last Poets,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.