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 Suriname and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Unwound to the electroclash 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fugs,
Blossom Toes,
New Age Steppers,
The Move,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cramps,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slits,
Au Pairs,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
Ice-T,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Invisible,
Pantaleimon,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Intrusion,
John Lydon,
World's Most,
AZ,
Laurel Aitken,
Wally Richardson,
cv313,
Banda Bassotti,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gladiators,
Sex Pistols,
Altered Images,
Gong,
Eurythmics,
Oblivians,
Piero Umiliani,
Sexual Harrassment,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harpers Bizarre,
Duran Duran,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick May,
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.