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 Spain and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quando Quango to the rap 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Babytalk,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Al Stewart,
Alton Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siglo XX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Parry Music,
Monolake,
Andrew Hill,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fela Kuti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moss Icon,
The Fuzztones,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cramps,
Rites of Spring,
The Pretty Things,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Raincoats,
The Associates,
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Clarke,
Moby Grape,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Black Dice,
48th St. Collective,
Index,
Charles Mingus,
Danielle Patucci,
Shuggie Otis,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
Mr. Review,
The Gories,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Organ,
Grauzone,
Terry Callier,
David McCallum,
Radiohead,
Minutemen,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.