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 Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gap Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins,
Grey Daturas,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sällskapet,
One Last Wish,
Minutemen,
D'Angelo,
AZ,
the Germs,
Sparks,
Ice-T,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Siglo XX,
Robert Görl,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lungfish,
EPMD,
Parry Music,
Main Source,
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
Derrick Morgan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slackers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
Aural Exciters,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rosa Yemen,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gap Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
Fear,
The Invisible,
Crime,
The Fall,
Au Pairs,
Flipper,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Saccharine Trust,
Swans,
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Zeros,
The Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Interpol,
X-101,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.