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 Tunisia and from New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Matthew Bourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 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 David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Qualms,
Rod Modell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Absolute Body Control,
David Bowie,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling,
MDC,
Swell Maps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joyce Sims,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
48th St. Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dark Day,
Warren Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantytec,
The Fugs,
T. Rex,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonic Youth,
Rekid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
Curtis Mayfield,
Niagra,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gun Club,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Flag,
Janne Schatter,
Malaria!,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Pussy Galore,
Bronski Beat,
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scientists,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.