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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 La Düsseldorf to the techno 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mummies,
Man Parrish,
Sandy B,
The Count Five,
10cc,
Avey Tare,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funkadelic,
Prince Buster,
The Tremeloes,
The Golliwogs,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
Darondo,
Model 500,
Brand Nubian,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Michelle Simonal,
The Martian,
Black Flag,
Matthew Bourne,
Wally Richardson,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Audionom,
Rites of Spring,
The Fortunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Minutemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hashim,
June Days,
Suburban Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monochrome Set,
Idris Muhammad,
Davy DMX,
Hoover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Motions,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
Nico,
Gong,
Kaleidoscope,
Moby Grape,
The Red Krayola,
Sonny Sharrock,
Porter Ricks,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
Simply Red,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.