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 Romania and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Evens to the grunge 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
X-102,
Outsiders,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Simply Red,
Derrick May,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Urselle,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Khruangbin,
Grey Daturas,
In Retrospect,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Fraelich,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Smooth,
Accadde A,
Joyce Sims,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry's Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
The Victims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Section 25,
Severed Heads,
Spandau Ballet,
L. Decosne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oneida,
Alphaville,
Monolake,
Malaria!,
La Düsseldorf,
Swans,
the Human League,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minor Threat,
Sandy B,
Inner City,
Scion,
Darondo,
Trumans Water,
Audionom,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.