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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Skatalites to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
B.T. Express,
Dark Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vladislav Delay,
Nirvana,
World's Most,
Don Cherry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
Juan Atkins,
U.S. Maple,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marvin Gaye,
Tom Boy,
Peter & Gordon,
Delta 5,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Almond,
Gichy Dan,
Deakin,
Royal Trux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Seeds,
Main Source,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
Wolf Eyes,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
Vainqueur,
Harry Pussy,
the Bar-Kays,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Babytalk,
John Coltrane,
Little Man,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Index,
Dennis Brown,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
Ituana,
X-Ray Spex,
Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
Khruangbin,
Suburban Knight,
Quantec,
Terry Callier,
Youth Brigade,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.