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 Tonga and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arab on Radar to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes 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?
Deakin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
Fugazi,
Lyres,
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
The Names,
Franke,
Byron Stingily,
Guru Guru,
Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moby Grape,
Magma,
Angry Samoans,
Hoover,
Television,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
the Sonics,
John Lydon,
DJ Style,
Rapeman,
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Organ,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Adolescents,
John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
UT,
The Dead C,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agent Orange,
Rod Modell,
Mars,
Lungfish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yazoo,
June of 44,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
Slave,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.