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 Mozambique and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 Joey Negro to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
48th St. Collective,
The Remains,
Wasted Youth,
Khruangbin,
The Gories,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pierre Henry,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
Newcleus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Basic Channel,
Jawbox,
The Mummies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Names,
Procol Harum,
Soul II Soul,
Half Japanese,
Cheater Slicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Colin Newman,
Lindisfarne,
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Smooth,
Yaz,
Derrick Morgan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Near,
Gang Green,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bluetip,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Qualms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mantronix,
E-Dancer,
The Gun Club,
Los Fastidios,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slits,
Visage,
The Star Department,
The Gap Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Warren Ellis,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.