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 Montenegro 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 L. Decosne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
Intrusion,
Mad Mike,
Skaos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pretty Things,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wally Richardson,
Nik Kershaw,
The Skatalites,
Ponytail,
Cecil Taylor,
Swans,
Organ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wings,
Supertramp,
The Barracudas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grey Daturas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Connie Case,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick Morgan,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monolake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Coltrane,
The Invisible,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill,
Deakin,
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims,
Drexciya,
X-Ray Spex,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minnie Riperton,
Talk Talk,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
Minutemen,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.