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 Congo and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Skaos to the grime 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Quadrant,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Gichy Dan,
The Invisible,
a-ha,
Harmonia,
La Düsseldorf,
Vainqueur,
Josef K,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Leaves,
the Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA,
Television,
The Mummies,
A Certain Ratio,
Crime,
Rhythm & Sound,
MDC,
Soft Machine,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood,
Can,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
Panda Bear,
Altered Images,
Ronnie Foster,
Minutemen,
Kas Product,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Techniques,
Fatback Band,
Ronan,
Steve Hackett,
Blake Baxter,
Massinfluence,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dead Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Charles Mingus,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
Audionom,
The Durutti Column,
Organ,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.