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 Mauritius and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Yellowson to the punk 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Young Marble Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
OOIOO,
The Cosmic Jokers,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
Jandek,
the Swans,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Barracudas,
Nas,
Maurizio,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Essential Logic,
the Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mad Mike,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
Minor Threat,
10cc,
Quantec,
Danielle Patucci,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
Aaron Thompson,
Sällskapet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deepchord,
Eli Mardock,
Sister Nancy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quando Quango,
The Techniques,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gap Band,
Carl Craig,
Clear Light,
Alison Limerick,
Crash Course in Science,
Rakim,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.