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 Ireland and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Mojo Men to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
Grauzone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Prince Buster,
Das Ding,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Newcleus,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth,
The Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Monks,
Joey Negro,
the Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soulsonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arcadia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Kinks,
Robert Wyatt,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
Mission of Burma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
World's Most,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eli Mardock,
Section 25,
Bad Manners,
Amazonics,
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skaos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lungfish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wasted Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cheater Slicks,
Albert Ayler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B,
Marc Almond,
Aloha Tigers,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.