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 Philippines and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 X-102 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultravox,
Quando Quango,
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons,
Aural Exciters,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
Arab on Radar,
Camouflage,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül II,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Music Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Model 500,
Piero Umiliani,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Darondo,
Mars,
Alphaville,
Mo-Dettes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fear,
Marine Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Skarface,
Basic Channel,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
Oblivians,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
Visage,
The Raincoats,
Mandrill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Fraelich,
Shoche,
Slick Rick,
Technova,
Monolake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Interpol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
Television,
The Gories,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.