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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
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 Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Byrd,
Ludus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dawn Penn,
Au Pairs,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
Skarface,
Henry Cow,
Boredoms,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Sneak,
The Sound,
The Gories,
Gang Green,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mark Hollis,
Yaz,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skriet,
Guru Guru,
Goldenarms,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neu!,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mandrill,
The Young Rascals,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kayak,
The Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
FM Einheit,
Qualms,
Icehouse,
The Evens,
The Leaves,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cameo,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.