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 Suriname and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mark Hollis to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Remains,
Kayak,
Tom Boy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Searchers,
Rakim,
The Techniques,
Jawbox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
Q65,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
Scion,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
The United States of America,
Adolescents,
Toni Rubio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Zeros,
The Smoke,
Max Romeo,
DJ Style,
Rufus Thomas,
Agent Orange,
Masters at Work,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat,
Black Bananas,
Franke,
The Busters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aural Exciters,
June of 44,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jandek,
Sällskapet,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.