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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 grunge 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Mars,
Ronan,
Agent Orange,
John Lydon,
Brand Nubian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Whodini,
Anthony Braxton,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sex Pistols,
Kerri Chandler,
Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gladiators,
Spandau Ballet,
Maleditus Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick Morgan,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Near,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Joey Negro,
Average White Band,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
Kayak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Excepter,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Byron Stingily,
Loose Ends,
Radiohead,
A Certain Ratio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cluster,
Hot Snakes,
Alison Limerick,
Pantaleimon,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.