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 Lesotho and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Avey Tare to the disco 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Flamin' Groovies,
Whodini,
LL Cool J,
Gang Starr,
Monks,
Accadde A,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
Connie Case,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare,
Banda Bassotti,
Warsaw,
Wasted Youth,
The Last Poets,
Kayak,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
The Gories,
Pylon,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Near,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
the Germs,
The Wake,
The Names,
Harry Pussy,
Sight & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dual Sessions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brand Nubian,
Harmonia,
X-102,
The Divine Comedy,
The New Christs,
L. Decosne,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swell Maps,
Eddi Front,
The Doors,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Duran Duran,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Victims,
June Days,
Quando Quango,
the Normal,
Max Romeo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nico,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.