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 Belgium and from London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Steve Hackett to the crunk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Fear,
Icehouse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Absolute Body Control,
Magma,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cramps,
Monolake,
Sight & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Ituana,
Pylon,
Grauzone,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rakim,
Scan 7,
Intrusion,
Oblivians,
EPMD,
Arcadia,
John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Teasers,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Hood,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sarah Menescal,
Groovy Waters,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smoke,
Audionom,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Mills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Saints,
Brick,
Funkadelic,
Fad Gadget,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Finger,
The Evens,
The Real Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
The Trojans,
Scientists,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.