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 Zambia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Khruangbin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Franke,
Ornette Coleman,
JFA,
Funkadelic,
Sugar Minott,
Simply Red,
Derrick May,
Jeff Lynne,
Aaron Thompson,
Scion,
Minnie Riperton,
Royal Trux,
The Busters,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
The Victims,
Chrome,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Reuben Wilson,
Q65,
cv313,
Gang of Four,
Television,
Iggy Pop,
The Alarm Clocks,
Make Up,
Infiniti,
Magma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
Shuggie Otis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Young Rascals,
Nirvana,
Von Mondo,
The Last Poets,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doors,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sparks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.