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 Sudan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Ronan to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Whodini,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
Supertramp,
Rod Modell,
Arab on Radar,
Aswad,
B.T. Express,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Lynne,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bluetip,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jandek,
X-Ray Spex,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sam Rivers,
Sparks,
Cameo,
Susan Cadogan,
Animal Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heaven 17,
Index,
The Skatalites,
The Durutti Column,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Near,
Yusef Lateef,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Clarke,
Pierre Henry,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
The Martian,
Pagans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ken Boothe,
Jacques Brel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Byrd,
Tres Demented,
The Birthday Party,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skriet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.