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 Ireland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hasil Adkins to the jazz 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Green,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sonics,
The Cramps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mr. Review,
Wire,
Bush Tetras,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Porter Ricks,
The Velvet Underground,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Normal,
Aloha Tigers,
Byron Stingily,
Grauzone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grey Daturas,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Halsall,
Whodini,
Peter & Gordon,
Maurizio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Procol Harum,
Boz Scaggs,
The Buckinghams,
Fluxion,
X-101,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Bananas,
New York Dolls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fad Gadget,
The Raincoats,
The Knickerbockers,
EPMD,
a-ha,
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
Ponytail,
The Doors,
Bluetip,
Theoretical Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
cv313,
Chris Corsano,
Danielle Patucci,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.