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 Rwanda and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Detroit Cobras to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liliput,
Reuben Wilson,
The Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Porter Ricks,
Janne Schatter,
Brass Construction,
Pylon,
the Association,
Rapeman,
Little Man,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Green,
Toni Rubio,
T. Rex,
The Beau Brummels,
Agent Orange,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
Ten City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pierre Henry,
Scan 7,
Quantec,
Camberwell Now,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
Bob Dylan,
Piero Umiliani,
China Crisis,
Monolake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
Hasil Adkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
The Selecter,
Technova,
Eric Dolphy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Velvet Underground,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
the Bar-Kays,
10cc,
Wings,
Crooked Eye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.