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 Andorra and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David Axelrod to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Lindisfarne,
Moebius,
Wasted Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Mills,
Eurythmics,
cv313,
Jerry's Kids,
The Five Americans,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Minor Threat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris & Cosey,
Qualms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Josef K,
L. Decosne,
Surgeon,
Rapeman,
The Modern Lovers,
Archie Shepp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warsaw,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Vogues,
Maleditus Sound,
June Days,
The Gun Club,
Rufus Thomas,
EPMD,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flipper,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
The Dave Clark Five,
Desert Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Metal Thangz,
Rod Modell,
Clear Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lakeside,
Flash Fearless,
Deakin,
Lower 48,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
Man Parrish,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.