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 Armenia 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
Darondo,
ABC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
OOIOO,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MDC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now,
New York Dolls,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gories,
Don Cherry,
David Axelrod,
The Five Americans,
June Days,
The Stooges,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
Monolake,
David Bowie,
Lyres,
Crispian St. Peters,
Royal Trux,
Rekid,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
Moby Grape,
CMW,
The Index,
Altered Images,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
Talk Talk,
Pantaleimon,
Goldenarms,
X-102,
Johnny Clarke,
Depeche Mode,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Wells,
Eurythmics,
The Monochrome Set,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Birthday Party,
Model 500,
The Raincoats,
Flipper,
a-ha,
Amon Düül,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Howard Jones,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.