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 Greece and from Tokyo.
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 Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Von Mondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Yellowson,
Brass Construction,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
June Days,
The Dirtbombs,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Near,
The Walker Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Hashim,
Oblivians,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brothers Johnson,
Ludus,
The Zeros,
Peter and Kerry,
Eddi Front,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fatback Band,
Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Dave Gahan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Wake,
The Raincoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
kango's stein massive,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
the Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Ice-T,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
Minutemen,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
The Cowsills,
Technova,
Hardrive,
Rufus Thomas,
Boredoms,
Clear Light,
The Stooges,
Blake Baxter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
James White and The Blacks,
Piero Umiliani,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
The Star Department,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.