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 the UAE and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Clear Light to the grime 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Terry,
U.S. Maple,
Tears for Fears,
Essential Logic,
Babytalk,
Bobby Womack,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Hood,
X-101,
Howard Jones,
The Sonics,
Intrusion,
Nils Olav,
Black Bananas,
The Count Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Technova,
Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Anthony Braxton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Axelrod,
Audionom,
Ten City,
Kurtis Blow,
Little Man,
Marc Almond,
Rotary Connection,
Michelle Simonal,
Circle Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fire Engines,
Television,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gories,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lower 48,
Fatback Band,
Barrington Levy,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fuzztones,
Cecil Taylor,
Connie Case,
T.S.O.L.,
Angry Samoans,
Arthur Verocai,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.