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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Blossom Toes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Vogues,
Urselle,
a-ha,
Fela Kuti,
Ice-T,
Anthony Braxton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ken Boothe,
Ludus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun City Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Dolphy,
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Arcadia,
Popol Vuh,
The Names,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gabor Szabo,
the Sonics,
June of 44,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Kinks,
The New Christs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed,
Masters at Work,
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics,
Fear,
The Slackers,
Lindisfarne,
Fatback Band,
New Age Steppers,
Quando Quango,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
D'Angelo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Saints,
The Monks,
The Raincoats,
Whodini,
Susan Cadogan,
Basic Channel,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.