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 Delhi.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Scan 7 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick,
Boz Scaggs,
Deadbeat,
Sonic Youth,
Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
X-101,
48th St. Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
Essential Logic,
Morten Harket,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fall,
Mr. Review,
Sound Behaviour,
PIL,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
The Shadows of Knight,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
Peter & Gordon,
The Walker Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
The Black Dice,
Erykah Badu,
Marmalade,
Inner City,
Shoche,
Bad Manners,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images,
Neu!,
Hoover,
Harpers Bizarre,
10cc,
Unwound,
Clear Light,
Absolute Body Control,
T.S.O.L.,
Nik Kershaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deakin,
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
UT,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.