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 Mauritius and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grunge 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Invisible,
Vainqueur,
Cymande,
Graham Central Station,
Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funkadelic,
Marvin Gaye,
The Move,
Alison Limerick,
Outsiders,
Whodini,
Flash Fearless,
Malaria!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Animal Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Moebius,
T. Rex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Sheep,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Terry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
a-ha,
EPMD,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Adolescents,
KRS-One,
Gabor Szabo,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
Henry Cow,
Duran Duran,
The Red Krayola,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
Organ,
The Index,
Stereo Dub,
Althea and Donna,
Grauzone,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
Das Ding,
The Alarm Clocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
Archie Shepp,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.