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 Panama and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Warren Ellis to the grime 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 Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Lynne,
The J.B.'s,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maleditus Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Severed Heads,
Wolf Eyes,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June Days,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
Terry Callier,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
Thee Headcoats,
Altered Images,
Quadrant,
Boredoms,
Roxy Music,
The Gladiators,
Section 25,
Leonard Cohen,
Fatback Band,
Josef K,
Archie Shepp,
the Sonics,
The Slackers,
Babytalk,
Television Personalities,
Charles Mingus,
The Gun Club,
Duran Duran,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
Panda Bear,
Boz Scaggs,
Sister Nancy,
Colin Newman,
Eurythmics,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
The Happenings,
David McCallum,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Sherman,
One Last Wish,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.