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 Peru and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Excepter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Subhumans,
Lower 48,
Grey Daturas,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Banda Bassotti,
World's Most,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
The Beau Brummels,
Darondo,
Liliput,
Bill Near,
FM Einheit,
Severed Heads,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
Nas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerri Chandler,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
Funkadelic,
Adolescents,
Animal Collective,
Zero Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Rotary Connection,
Excepter,
The Standells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Toasters,
Newcleus,
Ronnie Foster,
Joyce Sims,
Fluxion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Minutemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Sheep,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.