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 El Salvador 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Kas Product,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Pierre Henry,
Echospace,
Scientists,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
The Angels of Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Negative Approach,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
LL Cool J,
The Count Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Main Source,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
The Smiths,
Ultravox,
Joey Negro,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wire,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500,
Talk Talk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grauzone,
Depeche Mode,
Rites of Spring,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
Subhumans,
Sister Nancy,
Dual Sessions,
Ponytail,
The Associates,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.