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 Korea South and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 X-101 to the grime 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skriet,
JFA,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
cv313,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wasted Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantytec,
In Retrospect,
Nirvana,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Index,
China Crisis,
Smog,
Glenn Branca,
The Remains,
Pole,
Mark Hollis,
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas,
Q65,
The Gun Club,
Dennis Brown,
Pharoah Sanders,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
Procol Harum,
Make Up,
Skaos,
The Knickerbockers,
Moby Grape,
The Tremeloes,
Joy Division,
Arab on Radar,
Eli Mardock,
Wire,
Lucky Dragons,
Organ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Hill,
Gabor Szabo,
Terry Callier,
Silicon Teens,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.