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 Zambia and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Techniques to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Scientists,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Sugar Minott,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mr. Review,
The Beau Brummels,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mummies,
Moby Grape,
Moebius,
Yazoo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unrelated Segments,
Icehouse,
H. Thieme,
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül,
Monolake,
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
The Index,
Bill Near,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
Black Moon,
Jeff Mills,
Blancmange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Alphaville,
Pharoah Sanders,
R.M.O.,
Marc Almond,
Crispian St. Peters,
Letta Mbulu,
Anthony Braxton,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.