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 Dominican Republic and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 Davy DMX to the crunk 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Livin' Joy,
The Residents,
The Dead C,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Neu!,
The Motions,
Sight & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
Johnny Osbourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
This Heat,
Fugazi,
Oneida,
F. McDonald,
Stiv Bators,
Animal Collective,
The Gories,
The Count Five,
The Stooges,
Davy DMX,
Boredoms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Grass Roots,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
Scrapy,
Arab on Radar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cameo,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Holt,
Eve St. Jones,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill,
the Normal,
Ossler,
Drexciya,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie,
Tears for Fears,
Joensuu 1685,
Ten City,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Moby Grape,
The Techniques,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.