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 Moldova and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 H. Thieme to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Country Teasers,
UT,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Traffic Nightmare,
One Last Wish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Mr. Review,
Joe Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sister Nancy,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blues Magoos,
Mandrill,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moebius,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nirvana,
Q65,
Eddi Front,
The Pop Group,
The Count Five,
Fad Gadget,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Near,
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
Quadrant,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Sneak,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
Blake Baxter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quantec,
Fela Kuti,
Scratch Acid,
Section 25,
Pole,
Soul II Soul,
Albert Ayler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Loose Ends,
Kenny Larkin,
The Black Dice,
The Gun Club,
Colin Newman,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wings,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.