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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lower 48 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Boredoms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Wells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Surgeon,
Drexciya,
The Names,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reuben Wilson,
Slave,
Dawn Penn,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
In Retrospect,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quantec,
The Angels of Light,
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
MDC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
John Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Lungfish,
The Gladiators,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
Hasil Adkins,
Henry Cow,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dead C,
The Gories,
Man Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lightning Bolt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eve St. Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
10cc,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scientists,
Groovy Waters,
Lyres,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
Archie Shepp,
Chris & Cosey,
Camouflage,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Bourne,
ABBA,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.