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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
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 Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 the Soft Cell to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Donald Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee,
Los Fastidios,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
The Busters,
Moss Icon,
Warren Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
The Remains,
Symarip,
The Associates,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Pus,
Jeff Mills,
Wolf Eyes,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Piero Umiliani,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Skaos,
Skarface,
Alice Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dead Boys,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Easy Going,
Bill Wells,
Drexciya,
Q and Not U,
Spandau Ballet,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
The Happenings,
PIL,
FM Einheit,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skriet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Moby Grape,
Sister Nancy,
The Index,
T. Rex,
Flipper,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.