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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in 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 The Velvet Underground to the crunk 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Panda Bear,
These Immortal Souls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moody Blues,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dennis Brown,
Sex Pistols,
Trumans Water,
Anakelly,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
Albert Ayler,
Scion,
Terry Callier,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
China Crisis,
Sight & Sound,
Bluetip,
Erasure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lucky Dragons,
Stiv Bators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Niagra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q and Not U,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suburban Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Newcleus,
Charles Mingus,
Tres Demented,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Connie Case,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.