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 Ukraine and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Knickerbockers to the grime 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Drive Like Jehu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Smog,
The Residents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arab on Radar,
Max Romeo,
Boredoms,
Japan,
Quadrant,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
Glenn Branca,
Eden Ahbez,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cymande,
Yazoo,
Todd Terry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rufus Thomas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
China Crisis,
Section 25,
Kayak,
A Certain Ratio,
Lightning Bolt,
Altered Images,
Susan Cadogan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mark Hollis,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Hill,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Carl Craig,
Cluster,
Ice-T,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter & Gordon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
Supertramp,
Thompson Twins,
Roger Hodgson,
Main Source,
John Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.