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 Bhutan 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grunge 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deadbeat,
Agent Orange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
the Germs,
Heaven 17,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
kango's stein massive,
Franke,
The Human League,
The Mummies,
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
The Smiths,
Gang Starr,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
The Buckinghams,
New Age Steppers,
Graham Central Station,
Wasted Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant,
Sällskapet,
Bang On A Can,
Organ,
In Retrospect,
Lalann,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Piero Umiliani,
the Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Fugazi,
Crash Course in Science,
Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
Scientists,
Ossler,
Amazonics,
Fad Gadget,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.