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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
the Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
The Birthday Party,
Television Personalities,
Ornette Coleman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxette,
Deepchord,
Bauhaus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Wake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
Echospace,
Delta 5,
Mission of Burma,
Clear Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
The Five Americans,
U.S. Maple,
The Beau Brummels,
Supertramp,
Duran Duran,
Gang Green,
John Holt,
Talk Talk,
Robert Wyatt,
The Stooges,
the Normal,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd,
The Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers,
Brick,
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
a-ha,
The Gories,
Interpol,
Cecil Taylor,
Scratch Acid,
Yaz,
The Golliwogs,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
AZ,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.