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 Korea South and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moebius to the punk 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
The Stooges,
Saccharine Trust,
Loose Ends,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
Q and Not U,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dead C,
Colin Newman,
Metal Thangz,
The Selecter,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacob Miller,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
Los Fastidios,
Negative Approach,
John Cale,
The Fall,
Subhumans,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ornette Coleman,
The Kinks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cybotron,
Barrington Levy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anakelly,
Motorama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
cv313,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
Oneida,
Fat Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Max Romeo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
Letta Mbulu,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Halsall,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.