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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Smog,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Josef K,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MC5,
Slick Rick,
Sparks,
Deakin,
Anakelly,
Mandrill,
Juan Atkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quadrant,
Massinfluence,
Lucky Dragons,
Darondo,
Ultravox,
Pagans,
Bang On A Can,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reagan Youth,
Pere Ubu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Judy Mowatt,
X-101,
The Fuzztones,
Scion,
Lakeside,
Y Pants,
Jawbox,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48,
Little Man,
Main Source,
cv313,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick May,
Public Enemy,
The Toasters,
Whodini,
Lyres,
The Standells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.