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 Malaysia and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
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 spring reverb 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 Albert Ayler 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kayak,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
PIL,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
Moss Icon,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick Morgan,
The Kinks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smiths,
Organ,
Sugar Minott,
Inner City,
Essential Logic,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Smog,
The Fuzztones,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
The Associates,
Robert Hood,
Charles Mingus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalann,
DJ Style,
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
Delta 5,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
Pagans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
Section 25,
Yaz,
Minutemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Pulsallama,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.