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 Guinea-Bissau and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Procol Harum to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Music Machine,
Talk Talk,
Prince Buster,
Eric Copeland,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Quantec,
Minny Pops,
E-Dancer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Khruangbin,
Loose Ends,
Marmalade,
Pole,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
UT,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
X-101,
Outsiders,
Gabor Szabo,
Bronski Beat,
Black Bananas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Byron Stingily,
Funkadelic,
Second Layer,
Cal Tjader,
The Associates,
Terry Callier,
Crime,
Frankie Knuckles,
Subhumans,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
Animal Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Average White Band,
John Holt,
The Toasters,
Vladislav Delay,
Wasted Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
Soulsonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Negative Approach,
Kaleidoscope,
Anthony Braxton,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.