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 Nepal 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Pulsallama to the jazz 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lakeside,
the Association,
Niagra,
June of 44,
Letta Mbulu,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel,
Theoretical Girls,
Kayak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bronski Beat,
Suburban Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
kango's stein massive,
Boredoms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Last Poets,
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pole,
Soul Sonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Radiohead,
Aural Exciters,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
Pantytec,
Ponytail,
Urselle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pulsallama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jawbox,
Pantaleimon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scan 7,
Roxy Music,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
the Germs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Althea and Donna,
Crispian St. Peters,
Icehouse,
Yazoo,
John Holt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.