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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
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 Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Flesh Eaters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Y Pants,
EPMD,
The Toasters,
Magma,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Sherman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Panda Bear,
Camberwell Now,
Bauhaus,
Mars,
Nas,
Lungfish,
Oneida,
Unwound,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Associates,
The Grass Roots,
Pantytec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
Zapp,
The Music Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boredoms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Fraelich,
The Selecter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Victims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Banda Bassotti,
Althea and Donna,
The Modern Lovers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reagan Youth,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.