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 Austria and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
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 snare 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 New Age Steppers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
L. Decosne,
B.T. Express,
Q65,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
The Fortunes,
Gong,
Barrington Levy,
Angry Samoans,
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
Swell Maps,
The Gap Band,
Joy Division,
the Association,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aswad,
Prince Buster,
Rekid,
Scan 7,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
Sound Behaviour,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Davy DMX,
The Blackbyrds,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Ultimate Spinach,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Franke,
Kas Product,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monochrome Set,
Morten Harket,
Boredoms,
Talk Talk,
Cymande,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
Quantec,
Camberwell Now,
Mad Mike,
The Beau Brummels,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Bar-Kays,
Sarah Menescal,
The Zeros,
Grauzone,
The Slits,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.