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 Uruguay and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 electroclash 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Near,
Bush Tetras,
The Sound,
MC5,
Idris Muhammad,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantaleimon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Motorama,
Max Romeo,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The New Christs,
Cybotron,
The Happenings,
Neu!,
Aloha Tigers,
Brick,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo,
Faraquet,
Shuggie Otis,
cv313,
the Normal,
Blake Baxter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Boredoms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gastr Del Sol,
Groovy Waters,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers,
The Fortunes,
Severed Heads,
Japan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quantec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler,
The Skatalites,
The Busters,
the Bar-Kays,
Royal Trux,
The Dead C,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.