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 East Timor and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Jawbox to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Fraelich,
Yaz,
ABC,
Marshall Jefferson,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultravox,
Marine Girls,
Y Pants,
Monolake,
Desert Stars,
Masters at Work,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Searchers,
Fugazi,
Unwound,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Pus,
The Mojo Men,
JFA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Evens,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
Icehouse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skaos,
Joe Finger,
Royal Trux,
Hasil Adkins,
Fela Kuti,
The Names,
Little Man,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Second Layer,
Janne Schatter,
The Residents,
Fat Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anakelly,
Cybotron,
In Retrospect,
Funky Four + One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wally Richardson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hoover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Can,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.