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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Dual Sessions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Robert Hood,
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
Monolake,
Inner City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Howard Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deepchord,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Christie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reagan Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
Nirvana,
Saccharine Trust,
Maleditus Sound,
the Association,
The Fugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hashim,
Simply Red,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Finger,
Robert Görl,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Ornette Coleman,
Funkadelic,
Kurtis Blow,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon,
Kas Product,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fortunes,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
Todd Rundgren,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
Deadbeat,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.