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 Honduras and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Thee Headcoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacques Brel,
Public Enemy,
Vladislav Delay,
Second Layer,
The Slits,
the Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deadbeat,
The Associates,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Camouflage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
Lightning Bolt,
Porter Ricks,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cheater Slicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Near,
Heaven 17,
Smog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
Agitation Free,
Minor Threat,
Davy DMX,
Dark Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Erasure,
Lucky Dragons,
Minnie Riperton,
EPMD,
The Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Rundgren,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young,
The Saints,
Pagans,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.