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 Malaysia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 Residents to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Marvin Gaye,
Suburban Knight,
The Mummies,
Joey Negro,
Jacob Miller,
Second Layer,
Kurtis Blow,
Swell Maps,
OOIOO,
The J.B.'s,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Qualms,
Erasure,
The Red Krayola,
The Fugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Association,
The Skatalites,
Masters at Work,
Porter Ricks,
Nico,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City,
Funkadelic,
Quantec,
Royal Trux,
The Dirtbombs,
The Kinks,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chrome,
Public Enemy,
Pylon,
KRS-One,
The Five Americans,
The Fall,
Lower 48,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Hill,
Bluetip,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cecil Taylor,
JFA,
Mantronix,
Pole,
The Cramps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Silicon Teens,
Josef K,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amazonics,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Bourne,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.