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 Albania and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Fela Kuti to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Niagra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
X-102,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-101,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scratch Acid,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
Black Moon,
Connie Case,
The Trojans,
The Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Sugar Minott,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Sheep,
T. Rex,
Blancmange,
Aloha Tigers,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
Black Bananas,
Young Marble Giants,
Joy Division,
Barclay James Harvest,
Charles Mingus,
Harmonia,
Flipper,
Darondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MC5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
a-ha,
CMW,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Style,
Lungfish,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.