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 France and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Gang Dance to the funk 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Duran Duran,
The Cure,
Warsaw,
Sugar Minott,
Radiohead,
Pantytec,
The Gories,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skriet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Roxy Music,
John Foxx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode,
Rotary Connection,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Theoretical Girls,
Q65,
The Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad,
Make Up,
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
cv313,
The Remains,
The Star Department,
Freddie Wadling,
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust,
Tres Demented,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Prince Buster,
Ten City,
Arab on Radar,
Rekid,
Eric Copeland,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Leaves,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cymande,
Young Marble Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.