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 Tuvalu and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the funk 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Yazoo,
A Certain Ratio,
Infiniti,
Tres Demented,
John Cale,
The Gories,
Deadbeat,
Youth Brigade,
Rapeman,
Dead Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Pulsallama,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
Newcleus,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Victims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Curtis Mayfield,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Hill,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
The Standells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warsaw,
The Names,
Connie Case,
The Martian,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
Nik Kershaw,
John Lydon,
Interpol,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.