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 Estonia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mandrill to the jazz 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Model 500,
The Residents,
Moss Icon,
Derrick May,
Quando Quango,
Wolf Eyes,
Rapeman,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
10cc,
MDC,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Red Krayola,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra,
Franke,
Eden Ahbez,
The Golliwogs,
Thee Headcoats,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Dennis Brown,
The Techniques,
Black Flag,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
Drexciya,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sonics,
Oblivians,
Nas,
Siglo XX,
The Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Monks,
JFA,
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Skriet,
The Blackbyrds,
Eve St. Jones,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio,
Index,
Pole,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.