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 Netherlands and from Manila.
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 Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pantytec to the funk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Negative Approach,
The Saints,
Letta Mbulu,
Camberwell Now,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
Gichy Dan,
Ken Boothe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Charles Mingus,
Drexciya,
Dawn Penn,
Laurel Aitken,
Organ,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
Deadbeat,
PIL,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amazonics,
Half Japanese,
The Leaves,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Human League,
Joy Division,
DJ Style,
Patti Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Boz Scaggs,
Warren Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
Outsiders,
The Skatalites,
cv313,
Ituana,
The Monochrome Set,
Saccharine Trust,
Quantec,
Au Pairs,
Crispy Ambulance,
K-Klass,
Glenn Branca,
The Fortunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lower 48,
Buzzcocks,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Audionom,
Nico,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.