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 Laos 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Association to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Boz Scaggs,
New Order,
Lungfish,
Jeff Mills,
The Move,
Magma,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radio Birdman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacob Miller,
Flash Fearless,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Don Cherry,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Morten Harket,
Glambeats Corp.,
Half Japanese,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
Throbbing Gristle,
China Crisis,
Can,
Graham Central Station,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul II Soul,
Harry Pussy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cramps,
Scratch Acid,
Byron Stingily,
L. Decosne,
Q65,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
Hasil Adkins,
H. Thieme,
Blossom Toes,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rapeman,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.