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 Canada and from Bremen.
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 Seoul and Manchester.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
R.M.O.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerri Chandler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultra Naté,
Thee Headcoats,
Buzzcocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
Iggy Pop,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faust,
Theoretical Girls,
Cybotron,
Bobby Byrd,
Skarface,
Bootsy Collins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Archie Shepp,
John Coltrane,
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones,
Sparks,
the Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Deadbeat,
The Durutti Column,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Parry Music,
Adolescents,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nik Kershaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Godley & Creme,
The Gladiators,
10cc,
Alton Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
Groovy Waters,
World's Most,
The Skatalites,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Sneak,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Alison Limerick,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rakim,
Unwound,
Malaria!,
Subhumans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.