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 Latvia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Goldenarms to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Boz Scaggs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scratch Acid,
Quantec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agent Orange,
Dead Boys,
H. Thieme,
the Association,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Ornette Coleman,
Lungfish,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
Connie Case,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sex Pistols,
Marine Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Make Up,
Faust,
Vainqueur,
Ten City,
Flipper,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Human League,
The Misunderstood,
The Offenders,
Index,
Masters at Work,
Fear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Copeland,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joyce Sims,
Pantaleimon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Busters,
New Order,
Carl Craig,
Bauhaus,
Nils Olav,
Mad Mike,
The Names,
Man Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.