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 Australia and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry's Kids,
the Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites,
Absolute Body Control,
Aural Exciters,
MC5,
Pole,
Swans,
K-Klass,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Motorama,
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fear,
The Smoke,
Erykah Badu,
Pantytec,
Surgeon,
Pylon,
Model 500,
The Busters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül II,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fatback Band,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Sheep,
the Normal,
The Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Don Cherry,
Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
AZ,
The Vogues,
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Near,
Inner City,
Minny Pops,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
Joyce Sims,
the Swans,
Desert Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.