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 Antigua and from London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pretty Things to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
Faust,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
Lower 48,
Amazonics,
Barry Ungar,
Sparks,
The Count Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Symarip,
The Knickerbockers,
Morten Harket,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Toasters,
Audionom,
Jacob Miller,
Skaos,
Subhumans,
Yaz,
The Residents,
Swell Maps,
Iggy Pop,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scratch Acid,
The Stooges,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
The J.B.'s,
The Selecter,
World's Most,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
The Invisible,
The Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erasure,
the Normal,
MC5,
Oneida,
CMW,
The Young Rascals,
Pussy Galore,
Dawn Penn,
Kenny Larkin,
Sällskapet,
Oblivians,
Mandrill,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Skatalites,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.