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 Vietnam and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Animal Collective to the crunk 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
David McCallum,
Chris Corsano,
Porter Ricks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
Visage,
Mandrill,
Yusef Lateef,
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
kango's stein massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
Lakeside,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
Popol Vuh,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erykah Badu,
June Days,
Vladislav Delay,
Eddi Front,
Lou Christie,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Motions,
Cluster,
Q and Not U,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young,
Rufus Thomas,
Q65,
Joe Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suicide,
The Mojo Men,
Audionom,
B.T. Express,
Al Stewart,
The Saints,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker,
Bill Near,
John Lydon,
Crooked Eye,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.