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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Carl Craig to the rock 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bluetip,
The Moody Blues,
The Names,
James White and The Blacks,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Clarke,
Rekid,
Lou Reed,
Accadde A,
Technova,
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxy Music,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
Reagan Youth,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
Franke,
Adolescents,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
Slick Rick,
Audionom,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
Joy Division,
Mandrill,
Don Cherry,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine,
Joe Finger,
Model 500,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dirtbombs,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
The Litter,
the Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
D'Angelo,
This Heat,
Zapp,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Golliwogs,
Leonard Cohen,
PIL,
Michelle Simonal,
Grey Daturas,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.