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 Korea North and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Model 500 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra 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?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Henry Cow,
Intrusion,
Von Mondo,
Zapp,
R.M.O.,
Arcadia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lindisfarne,
H. Thieme,
Drexciya,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tom Boy,
the Normal,
EPMD,
Joy Division,
Cymande,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
Soulsonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The New Christs,
Fela Kuti,
Marine Girls,
Das Ding,
Crispian St. Peters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
Sugar Minott,
The Standells,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aswad,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
Vainqueur,
Flipper,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Charles Mingus,
Sight & Sound,
Hoover,
Bauhaus,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pussy Galore,
Lalann,
AZ,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronan,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.