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 Azerbaijan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Avey Tare to the jazz 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
Joey Negro,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Cale,
The Searchers,
Subhumans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Guru Guru,
Sonic Youth,
Pagans,
AZ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aswad,
John Holt,
Pantytec,
Patti Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Minnie Riperton,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker,
Davy DMX,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
Inner City,
Yaz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
Moss Icon,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Terry,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell,
MC5,
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joy Division,
Johnny Clarke,
Michelle Simonal,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yellowson,
Mandrill,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.