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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Normal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
One Last Wish,
Bush Tetras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
the Swans,
Shoche,
Barbara Tucker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zero Boys,
Swell Maps,
Laurel Aitken,
Gong,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Music Machine,
The Kinks,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Funky Four + One,
cv313,
Cameo,
Roxy Music,
Bauhaus,
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
The J.B.'s,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Dolphy,
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suicide,
Bobby Sherman,
Underground Resistance,
Moebius,
Colin Newman,
Alphaville,
Lungfish,
Hardrive,
MC5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gun Club,
Tomorrow,
Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Toni Rubio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television Personalities,
The Gap Band,
Easy Going,
Howard Jones,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.