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 South Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
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 rhodes 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 Altered Images to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
The Litter,
Reagan Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
Toni Rubio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vainqueur,
Minutemen,
Bill Wells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magazine,
the Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
U.S. Maple,
Cluster,
Agitation Free,
the Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Juan Atkins,
The Blues Magoos,
LL Cool J,
Anakelly,
In Retrospect,
ABC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Can,
Dawn Penn,
The Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Flag,
Bush Tetras,
the Bar-Kays,
The Associates,
The Tremeloes,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Martian,
Mo-Dettes,
Organ,
Roxette,
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T. Rex,
Cybotron,
Desert Stars,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.