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 Paraguay and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Black Flag to the techno 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
Minor Threat,
Howard Jones,
10cc,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Trumans Water,
Mad Mike,
Oneida,
David McCallum,
Fad Gadget,
The Gun Club,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Adolescents,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
Suburban Knight,
F. McDonald,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacques Brel,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs,
Donny Hathaway,
The Happenings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Boz Scaggs,
Pussy Galore,
The Residents,
Harry Pussy,
Average White Band,
The Index,
Circle Jerks,
The Smoke,
Erasure,
Nick Fraelich,
Bronski Beat,
Wally Richardson,
Absolute Body Control,
Kaleidoscope,
cv313,
Khruangbin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.