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 Rwanda and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Isaac Hayes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
John Holt,
Radiohead,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spandau Ballet,
A Certain Ratio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
The Trojans,
Slave,
The Toasters,
Babytalk,
Skarface,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scrapy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source,
Bush Tetras,
The Raincoats,
Josef K,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Walker Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Charles Mingus,
Pantytec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tubeway Army,
Pylon,
Bob Dylan,
The Cowsills,
The J.B.'s,
Arab on Radar,
Nik Kershaw,
Section 25,
Supertramp,
Iggy Pop,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gladiators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deadbeat,
Adolescents,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy Collins,
Interpol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Outsiders,
Gong,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Move,
Sonic Youth,
Lalann,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.