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 Monaco and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Mark Hollis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Alice Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Faust,
Barbara Tucker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doors,
Gabor Szabo,
Duran Duran,
Girls At Our Best!,
Qualms,
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
The Velvet Underground,
Easy Going,
the Germs,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Flag,
Bill Near,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Copeland,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
Lalann,
Eve St. Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Drexciya,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Colin Newman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Christie,
The Vogues,
Zero Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Black Dice,
Minnie Riperton,
Nico,
The Durutti Column,
Schoolly D,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
The Kinks,
Black Moon,
In Retrospect,
John Holt,
Moby Grape,
Wasted Youth,
Yazoo,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swell Maps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.