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 Uganda and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Schoolly D to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Toasters,
Todd Rundgren,
Michelle Simonal,
The Victims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magma,
Derrick May,
Faust,
Idris Muhammad,
Easy Going,
The Real Kids,
Moss Icon,
Magazine,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Albert Ayler,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Enemy,
Ronnie Foster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Cale,
Dark Day,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sandy B,
Yazoo,
Stockholm Monsters,
DNA,
Warren Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The New Christs,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fatback Band,
Audionom,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.