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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Idris Muhammad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The J.B.'s,
The Dead C,
Ash Ra Tempel,
a-ha,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
Circle Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Dave Gahan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Beau Brummels,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Motorama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aaron Thompson,
Minutemen,
Au Pairs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suicide,
Spandau Ballet,
Fad Gadget,
The Fortunes,
Dawn Penn,
The Kinks,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ponytail,
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
Radiohead,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Letta Mbulu,
Model 500,
Symarip,
Cluster,
Sight & Sound,
Easy Going,
Drive Like Jehu,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
The Wake,
The Five Americans,
Zapp,
CMW,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
Main Source,
Joe Finger,
Fluxion,
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.