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 Qatar and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Bluetip to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Lindisfarne,
Lower 48,
Boz Scaggs,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deadbeat,
U.S. Maple,
John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
Bob Dylan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doors,
Crash Course in Science,
Sparks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Freddie Wadling,
Fluxion,
World's Most,
Steve Hackett,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Holt,
Josef K,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Ken Boothe,
Joensuu 1685,
Organ,
The Smoke,
Masters at Work,
UT,
Sam Rivers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nirvana,
Bobby Byrd,
David Bowie,
Pussy Galore,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
Khruangbin,
Maleditus Sound,
Swell Maps,
10cc,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
The Tremeloes,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.