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 Kyrgyzstan and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Scrapy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
Urselle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Laurel Aitken,
Lee Hazlewood,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Junior Murvin,
The Litter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nico,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wings,
Erasure,
Royal Trux,
Darondo,
Quando Quango,
John Foxx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alice Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
New York Dolls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Vogues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agent Orange,
Scion,
Little Man,
cv313,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
Saccharine Trust,
Inner City,
Minny Pops,
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Goldenarms,
Mad Mike,
Fugazi,
Hoover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moody Blues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kayak,
the Germs,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Selecter,
Model 500,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.