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 Kiribati and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fuzztones to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
New York Dolls,
Camouflage,
The Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Das Ding,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alison Limerick,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Danielle Patucci,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suburban Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Clear Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacques Brel,
Popol Vuh,
Camberwell Now,
Television,
Jawbox,
Little Man,
The American Breed,
Bad Manners,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swans,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
Leonard Cohen,
A Certain Ratio,
Khruangbin,
Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
New Order,
Scion,
The Kinks,
Qualms,
The Barracudas,
Q and Not U,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Morten Harket,
Faraquet,
Gong,
The Vogues,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.