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 Mauritania and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Zeros to the dance 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
The Count Five,
Silicon Teens,
Rod Modell,
Oblivians,
Peter and Kerry,
Barrington Levy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Womack,
Joey Negro,
Scientists,
Ten City,
Warsaw,
Scratch Acid,
Faraquet,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Sällskapet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deakin,
the Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
The Invisible,
Cluster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delta 5,
Rufus Thomas,
Junior Murvin,
Altered Images,
Chris Corsano,
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
Absolute Body Control,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Holt,
Harmonia,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
Bill Near,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Janne Schatter,
Rosa Yemen,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
Nico,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.