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 Sudan and from New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Vogues to the grunge 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 grunge 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
DJ Style,
Arcadia,
The Smiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
Faraquet,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
John Lydon,
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
Anthony Braxton,
Loose Ends,
Cluster,
Davy DMX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zapp,
Black Pus,
Sex Pistols,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway,
This Heat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
The Doors,
Nik Kershaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxette,
Cal Tjader,
Gerry Rafferty,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
Jeff Mills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Skaos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Enemy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shuggie Otis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Outsiders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
Hasil Adkins,
Ossler,
Rod Modell,
Fat Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Zero Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.