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 Colombia 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Magma to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
Bill Near,
Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mummies,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra,
Can,
Severed Heads,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultravox,
Aaron Thompson,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Halsall,
PIL,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Almond,
Goldenarms,
the Germs,
Khruangbin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Terry,
Al Stewart,
David McCallum,
Au Pairs,
Scientists,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fugazi,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare,
The Sound,
Rod Modell,
Audionom,
The Cowsills,
Half Japanese,
Aswad,
The Stooges,
Josef K,
Yaz,
Buzzcocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
U.S. Maple,
The Slits,
Amon Düül,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Parrish,
Shoche,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.