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 Ghana and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Sneak to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Morten Harket,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dual Sessions,
Oneida,
DNA,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
Slave,
The Neon Judgement,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxette,
Adolescents,
Lakeside,
Ludus,
Joe Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fall,
Eli Mardock,
Pierre Henry,
Man Parrish,
Soft Machine,
John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Lynne,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Bar-Kays,
Little Man,
Ossler,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr,
The Invisible,
Suicide,
Silicon Teens,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
Section 25,
Wings,
Rapeman,
Glenn Branca,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amazonics,
Darondo,
Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Smog,
a-ha,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.