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 Angola and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 10cc to the crunk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Trojans,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
the Association,
Aaron Thompson,
Wings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Can,
The Associates,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronan,
ABC,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gap Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Byrd,
The Leaves,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown,
Kayak,
Second Layer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Scientists,
Dawn Penn,
Quantec,
Tres Demented,
The Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Minutemen,
Man Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
UT,
The Doors,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Darondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mark Hollis,
Wire,
Arcadia,
Siglo XX,
Royal Trux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Bourne,
Scrapy,
Jawbox,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.