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 Dominica and from New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Sugar Minott,
MC5,
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABBA,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Kinks,
Trumans Water,
Delta 5,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cure,
Chris & Cosey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zero Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Schoolly D,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Hill,
Brass Construction,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dawn Penn,
Scrapy,
Eric Copeland,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
Blossom Toes,
Cheater Slicks,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minnie Riperton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiohead,
The Dead C,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young,
Vainqueur,
AZ,
D'Angelo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sam Rivers,
The Black Dice,
The Barracudas,
La Düsseldorf,
Bronski Beat,
Unwound,
The Names,
Silicon Teens,
Tom Boy,
The Golliwogs,
10cc,
Prince Buster,
T. Rex,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.