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 Romania and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Sneak to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Associates,
The Pretty Things,
KRS-One,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
The Techniques,
Cal Tjader,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alphaville,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yellowson,
Thee Headcoats,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zapp,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Procol Harum,
The Zeros,
Josef K,
The Move,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Moon,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Sherman,
Wally Richardson,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sarah Menescal,
Idris Muhammad,
Nirvana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cecil Taylor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donny Hathaway,
Loose Ends,
Hashim,
Wings,
Todd Terry,
The New Christs,
Barbara Tucker,
Cameo,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.