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 Pakistan and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
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 guitar 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 Youth Brigade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Zero Boys,
Fat Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Joyce Sims,
Pulsallama,
MDC,
Tommy Roe,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
the Association,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker,
Roxy Music,
The Pop Group,
The Human League,
Quando Quango,
The Motions,
Subhumans,
Malaria!,
DNA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Albert Ayler,
Mandrill,
Infiniti,
Model 500,
The Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
Sparks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camberwell Now,
Idris Muhammad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Desert Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect,
Pole,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Skatalites,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
Quadrant,
Section 25,
John Lydon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Livin' Joy,
The Mojo Men,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.