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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oblivians to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
AZ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Terry,
The Gories,
Soul Sonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DNA,
Rites of Spring,
Jacques Brel,
Rekid,
Faraquet,
Cheater Slicks,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
Faust,
Japan,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
Schoolly D,
Roxy Music,
Max Romeo,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donny Hathaway,
Nas,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
Ultravox,
The Real Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Residents,
Marine Girls,
Gong,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Au Pairs,
the Association,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
Skriet,
Banda Bassotti,
Brick,
Rapeman,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris Corsano,
The Toasters,
Jeff Mills,
Excepter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ossler,
The Velvet Underground,
Grey Daturas,
The Misunderstood,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.