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 Benin and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cameo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Alton Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
The Kinks,
Rapeman,
The Smoke,
Sex Pistols,
Erasure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Morten Harket,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül II,
Camouflage,
Alison Limerick,
Patti Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
The American Breed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Offenders,
Pussy Galore,
Saccharine Trust,
PIL,
Ronan,
Qualms,
Lou Reed,
DNA,
D'Angelo,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Radiohead,
Leonard Cohen,
Intrusion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moss Icon,
Easy Going,
Simply Red,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neu!,
David Bowie,
Matthew Halsall,
New York Dolls,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
Livin' Joy,
Quando Quango,
Minnie Riperton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Das Ding,
Babytalk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flipper,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.