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 Zimbabwe and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonics to the jazz 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Pere Ubu,
Flash Fearless,
Marvin Gaye,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young,
Anakelly,
OOIOO,
The Stooges,
The Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
FM Einheit,
Scan 7,
Pole,
Outsiders,
The Modern Lovers,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
Fear,
Panda Bear,
Interpol,
K-Klass,
The Barracudas,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin,
Underground Resistance,
The Dirtbombs,
Mars,
Joensuu 1685,
Gong,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
The Monochrome Set,
Anthony Braxton,
Infiniti,
Rapeman,
Kenny Larkin,
Scientists,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
Arthur Verocai,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Green,
Drexciya,
Jeff Mills,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
Fat Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.