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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Isaac Hayes to the rap 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Bob Dylan,
Index,
Siglo XX,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Essential Logic,
Althea and Donna,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glenn Branca,
Minor Threat,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
U.S. Maple,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dead C,
Roger Hodgson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonic Youth,
CMW,
Barbara Tucker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Graham Central Station,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
The Selecter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
cv313,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül,
Todd Rundgren,
The Tremeloes,
Byron Stingily,
Rotary Connection,
The Monochrome Set,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
Rod Modell,
The Smiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.