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 Colombia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Prince Buster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dead C,
Pharoah Sanders,
Severed Heads,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
Loose Ends,
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Second Layer,
Bill Wells,
Dual Sessions,
Charles Mingus,
Yaz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy Collins,
UT,
Easy Going,
Davy DMX,
U.S. Maple,
Yellowson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxy Music,
The Saints,
Mark Hollis,
Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
The Names,
Y Pants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
cv313,
Con Funk Shun,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Misunderstood,
K-Klass,
Interpol,
Erasure,
Banda Bassotti,
the Human League,
Crime,
Goldenarms,
Nik Kershaw,
Monks,
Boredoms,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.