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 Chile and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Martian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skaos,
Josef K,
Gabor Szabo,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül,
The Music Machine,
The Index,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
Deakin,
KRS-One,
Japan,
Bobby Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Sneak,
Infiniti,
Black Sheep,
Monolake,
Minnie Riperton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wally Richardson,
Marvin Gaye,
Loose Ends,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Essential Logic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker,
Boz Scaggs,
The Associates,
Boogie Down Productions,
China Crisis,
The Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Hill,
The Kinks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
Chris Corsano,
New Age Steppers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dirtbombs,
Kenny Larkin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Lydon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dave Gahan,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.