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 Portugal and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
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 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 Bush Tetras to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
This Heat,
The Vogues,
Little Man,
Camberwell Now,
the Association,
Minny Pops,
Nick Fraelich,
X-102,
Deakin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ludus,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Sherman,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiohead,
Loose Ends,
Tears for Fears,
Yusef Lateef,
Heaven 17,
Radiopuhelimet,
Average White Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Rotary Connection,
Josef K,
Can,
Black Flag,
Jeff Mills,
cv313,
Aaron Thompson,
Subhumans,
Swell Maps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
Eve St. Jones,
Gong,
Flipper,
Nils Olav,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Selecter,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wasted Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stiv Bators,
Icehouse,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pylon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Womack,
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra,
The Tremeloes,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.