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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 The Remains to the punk 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
Black Pus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Danielle Patucci,
Skaos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pulsallama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warren Ellis,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
Arab on Radar,
Tim Buckley,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
Oblivians,
Groovy Waters,
Silicon Teens,
Nico,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultravox,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fear,
LL Cool J,
The Fortunes,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Josef K,
Monolake,
Sun Ra,
Model 500,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dead C,
Susan Cadogan,
Audionom,
Icehouse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Circle Jerks,
Japan,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
Anakelly,
Eric B and Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
Thompson Twins,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.