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 South Sudan and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Buckinghams,
Dead Boys,
Bill Wells,
Roxy Music,
Jacob Miller,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
Basic Channel,
Siglo XX,
Yusef Lateef,
New Order,
LL Cool J,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
Man Parrish,
Josef K,
Model 500,
Stereo Dub,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Rundgren,
The Motions,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra,
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Pagans,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Index,
The Mojo Men,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian,
Colin Newman,
48th St. Collective,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
Michelle Simonal,
The Star Department,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Television,
Subhumans,
Soft Machine,
Zapp,
Marine Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cluster,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.