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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 DNA to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Black Moon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Real Kids,
Blancmange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cal Tjader,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lungfish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monks,
Ten City,
Wally Richardson,
Godley & Creme,
The Happenings,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Josef K,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Trojans,
Scratch Acid,
The Angels of Light,
The Dead C,
Symarip,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
cv313,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anthony Braxton,
Silicon Teens,
David Bowie,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kayak,
Moby Grape,
Steve Hackett,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.