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 France and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Nils Olav,
Yaz,
Main Source,
Wings,
48th St. Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Alison Limerick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Terry,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Panda Bear,
Ituana,
Nik Kershaw,
Hardrive,
Marvin Gaye,
Fela Kuti,
Malaria!,
Blancmange,
Hoover,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül II,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Susan Cadogan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quadrant,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
The Move,
John Holt,
K-Klass,
CMW,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Maurizio,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
Slave,
New Age Steppers,
Banda Bassotti,
Erykah Badu,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doors,
Tears for Fears,
X-101,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Near,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.