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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Doors to the electroclash 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Symarip,
Public Enemy,
The Standells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Wings,
Brick,
Tears for Fears,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gap Band,
Bluetip,
The Monks,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mad Mike,
H. Thieme,
Nick Fraelich,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hoover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Young Marble Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alphaville,
The Cure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Soft Cell,
The Names,
Terry Callier,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry's Kids,
Boredoms,
Rotary Connection,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erasure,
Thompson Twins,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moody Blues,
Eden Ahbez,
Grey Daturas,
Kerri Chandler,
Jawbox,
Oneida,
La Düsseldorf,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.