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 Cambodia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 the Sonics to the grime 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Funkadelic,
Index,
John Cale,
UT,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Fraelich,
Archie Shepp,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
Jacques Brel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
OOIOO,
Altered Images,
The Dirtbombs,
Young Marble Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Wells,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
Talk Talk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Schoolly D,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mo-Dettes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gories,
The Smoke,
Aural Exciters,
Technova,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television Personalities,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cowsills,
Black Bananas,
Pagans,
Dawn Penn,
Siglo XX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
The Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock,
The Index,
Flash Fearless,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jandek,
The Grass Roots,
Popol Vuh,
10cc,
Adolescents,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.