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 Argentina and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Rhythm & Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Flipper,
The Associates,
Joy Division,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
Graham Central Station,
Nico,
The Index,
Scientists,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sister Nancy,
Unwound,
Eric Dolphy,
a-ha,
Bizarre Inc.,
JFA,
Sun Ra,
Bronski Beat,
The Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris & Cosey,
Chrome,
Todd Rundgren,
The Names,
Wasted Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
The Last Poets,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Technova,
Khruangbin,
Rotary Connection,
Crispian St. Peters,
Interpol,
The Five Americans,
Crime,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sam Rivers,
Kaleidoscope,
Roger Hodgson,
Wire,
Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Second Layer,
Pylon,
Al Stewart,
The Raincoats,
Whodini,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.