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 Andorra 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Q65 to the electroclash 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Ultra Naté,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
Lower 48,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Shadows of Knight,
UT,
Sonic Youth,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
China Crisis,
Sällskapet,
The Monochrome Set,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
Harmonia,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
the Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
the Germs,
The Birthday Party,
David McCallum,
Masters at Work,
The Motions,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aswad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mojo Men,
The Trojans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eden Ahbez,
Rufus Thomas,
Niagra,
10cc,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Green,
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
The Count Five,
Dead Boys,
Japan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Symarip,
Infiniti,
Shoche,
Hashim,
Kurtis Blow,
The Move,
Terry Callier,
Aloha Tigers,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
Mo-Dettes,
Intrusion,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.