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 Estonia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 The Detroit Cobras to the dance 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Make Up,
Von Mondo,
Urselle,
China Crisis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Subhumans,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Mills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fuzztones,
ABC,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Style,
Stiv Bators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
The Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boredoms,
A Certain Ratio,
New Age Steppers,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Remains,
The Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiohead,
Kaleidoscope,
Bronski Beat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Little Man,
Public Enemy,
The Grass Roots,
Piero Umiliani,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
E-Dancer,
Stetsasonic,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Durutti Column,
Nico,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.