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 Togo and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Negative Approach to the grime 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Roxette,
Radiohead,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cheater Slicks,
Don Cherry,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echospace,
Black Pus,
Sixth Finger,
Yazoo,
Massinfluence,
Dual Sessions,
Guru Guru,
Blancmange,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Dawn Penn,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Association,
Public Enemy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Animal Collective,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
Unwound,
Camberwell Now,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Section 25,
Skriet,
The Busters,
Bobby Byrd,
Fluxion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
Mission of Burma,
The Litter,
T. Rex,
Sparks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
kango's stein massive,
Deepchord,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
The Trojans,
Cymande,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.