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 Portland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Warsaw to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Sun City Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pagans,
Gang Green,
Sam Rivers,
Bauhaus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Machine,
Yellowson,
Johnny Clarke,
Cluster,
the Normal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slave,
Black Flag,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Davy DMX,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
the Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Technova,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare,
Bill Wells,
Monks,
Goldenarms,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Index,
John Holt,
Supertramp,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cal Tjader,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
The Selecter,
the Association,
Desert Stars,
Duran Duran,
Shoche,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.