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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Glambeats Corp. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Skriet,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gap Band,
The Victims,
Roxette,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25,
Funky Four + One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pagans,
Josef K,
Ponytail,
The Velvet Underground,
D'Angelo,
Chris Corsano,
X-Ray Spex,
The Standells,
Schoolly D,
Visage,
Scott Walker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Procol Harum,
New Order,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Enemy,
Slick Rick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Motorama,
Faraquet,
Black Flag,
Lebanon Hanover,
Don Cherry,
Jerry's Kids,
Dead Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol,
Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Cheater Slicks,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
Robert Hood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Essential Logic,
The Last Poets,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slackers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mummies,
Derrick Morgan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Green,
Sparks,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.