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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crooked Eye to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mars,
Ossler,
The Gladiators,
Reagan Youth,
Boredoms,
Erykah Badu,
Kaleidoscope,
Pussy Galore,
Audionom,
The Cure,
Ponytail,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
Joey Negro,
Minor Threat,
Niagra,
Hardrive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tom Boy,
The Gap Band,
Faust,
The Angels of Light,
Sam Rivers,
Television Personalities,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Janne Schatter,
Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
The New Christs,
Yellowson,
Japan,
Man Parrish,
The Doors,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Babytalk,
Freddie Wadling,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
Moebius,
Ronnie Foster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
Basic Channel,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Sneak,
Crime,
Lou Christie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.