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 Manila.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Essential Logic to the punk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slits,
Gong,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MDC,
Spoonie Gee,
B.T. Express,
Moby Grape,
The Victims,
La Düsseldorf,
Pussy Galore,
ABBA,
Suburban Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dawn Penn,
Easy Going,
Make Up,
Gichy Dan,
Byron Stingily,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masters at Work,
Dual Sessions,
Sun City Girls,
Depeche Mode,
the Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yellowson,
Cybotron,
The Red Krayola,
Procol Harum,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
The Blackbyrds,
Slick Rick,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
Chris Corsano,
Crime,
Massinfluence,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Womack,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Fear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mark Hollis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.