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 Afghanistan 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rap 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Divine Comedy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
Black Pus,
Derrick Morgan,
Fela Kuti,
Judy Mowatt,
The J.B.'s,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cramps,
Simply Red,
DJ Sneak,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
Scan 7,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
The Gun Club,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick May,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
Cybotron,
Flash Fearless,
Dark Day,
Crooked Eye,
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
The Residents,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers,
The Techniques,
Carl Craig,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
Quando Quango,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Arcadia,
Severed Heads,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.