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 Lithuania and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Lungfish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Pretty Things,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Max Romeo,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun City Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Steve Hackett,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Lynne,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra,
Nas,
One Last Wish,
Janne Schatter,
Anthony Braxton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultra Naté,
Joyce Sims,
Darondo,
Scan 7,
Model 500,
Depeche Mode,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
Jerry's Kids,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Erasure,
EPMD,
Animal Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul II Soul,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
JFA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantytec,
Harry Pussy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slackers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.