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 South Africa and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Metal Thangz 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Silicon Teens,
Make Up,
Alison Limerick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Terry,
David Axelrod,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun City Girls,
Depeche Mode,
The Fugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Evens,
Skriet,
Amazonics,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
Average White Band,
the Normal,
Bluetip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerrie Biddell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Loose Ends,
Morten Harket,
Godley & Creme,
JFA,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Görl,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delon & Dalcan,
E-Dancer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
10cc,
Mark Hollis,
The Gories,
Das Ding,
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
Au Pairs,
Sandy B,
The Velvet Underground,
Television,
Visage,
Ice-T,
The Remains,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Byron Stingily,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
Qualms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.