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 Nicaragua and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 JFA to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Stooges,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
Chris Corsano,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Japan,
Absolute Body Control,
Pylon,
In Retrospect,
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
DJ Style,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ten City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Technova,
Crispy Ambulance,
Royal Trux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warsaw,
Dennis Brown,
Ponytail,
The Grass Roots,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wings,
The Music Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Colin Newman,
X-101,
The Blues Magoos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Josef K,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Mandrill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
The Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
MC5,
The Fall,
Wire,
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
Pere Ubu,
The Mummies,
the Sonics,
Lower 48,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.