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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Saccharine Trust to the grime 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
This Heat,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Trojans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
Model 500,
Flash Fearless,
Pussy Galore,
World's Most,
EPMD,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warsaw,
Second Layer,
The Mojo Men,
Amazonics,
The Misunderstood,
Piero Umiliani,
The American Breed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Rotary Connection,
Roger Hodgson,
Camberwell Now,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Monochrome Set,
Aaron Thompson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sällskapet,
The Invisible,
The Sonics,
Cymande,
10cc,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Copeland,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronan,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
Sight & Sound,
Scan 7,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
Connie Case,
The Monks,
Anakelly,
A Certain Ratio,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.