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 Uganda and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
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 sitar 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 Trumans Water to the grime 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Y Pants,
Von Mondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cramps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek,
Fatback Band,
Bang On A Can,
Pole,
Thee Headcoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Arthur Verocai,
Japan,
Skarface,
Aswad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yaz,
Depeche Mode,
Ultravox,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liliput,
Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Connie Case,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kayak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Stooges,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Banda Bassotti,
Royal Trux,
LL Cool J,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
Parry Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
Henry Cow,
Eurythmics,
Black Pus,
ABBA,
Aloha Tigers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.