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 Cape Verde and from Accra.
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 Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Age Steppers to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smiths,
Agent Orange,
The Index,
The Kinks,
Peter & Gordon,
Ten City,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger,
H. Thieme,
Banda Bassotti,
Bad Manners,
Au Pairs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy Collins,
Judy Mowatt,
Eve St. Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Arthur Verocai,
10cc,
Eric B and Rakim,
Index,
Zero Boys,
The Motions,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
Gang Gang Dance,
These Immortal Souls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
Cameo,
Rotary Connection,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unwound,
Marvin Gaye,
UT,
Desert Stars,
Von Mondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Second Layer,
Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
Skriet,
Scott Walker,
Patti Smith,
Simply Red,
KRS-One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
China Crisis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse,
Robert Wyatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.