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 Cameroon and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 DJ Style to the rock 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Grey Daturas,
Arab on Radar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Halsall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oneida,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
Kayak,
Jeff Mills,
Animal Collective,
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
Underground Resistance,
Massinfluence,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erasure,
Depeche Mode,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swans,
Simply Red,
Anthony Braxton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cecil Taylor,
Byron Stingily,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Velvet Underground,
Surgeon,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spandau Ballet,
Pylon,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
Suicide,
Gerry Rafferty,
Au Pairs,
Pagans,
The Toasters,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sandy B,
Magma,
Fatback Band,
48th St. Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blackbyrds,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.