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 Russia and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 June of 44 to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Graham Central Station,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül,
Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Searchers,
Bobby Byrd,
Clear Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Neon Judgement,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Names,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Davy DMX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thee Headcoats,
The United States of America,
Funkadelic,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
The Busters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anthony Braxton,
Audionom,
CMW,
Reuben Wilson,
Adolescents,
Albert Ayler,
Lungfish,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Almond,
Franke,
Magazine,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
Blossom Toes,
Model 500,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Quantec,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.