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 New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Glenn Branca to the crunk 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlback,
L. Decosne,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Average White Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joyce Sims,
The Fortunes,
X-102,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Delta 5,
Kas Product,
The Saints,
Terry Callier,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The New Christs,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
EPMD,
Skriet,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
Spandau Ballet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anakelly,
John Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Funky Four + One,
Hoover,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Buzzcocks,
Symarip,
The Gories,
Barbara Tucker,
Quadrant,
Gong,
Ronan,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
Warsaw,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang of Four,
Lalann,
the Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
The Mojo Men,
The Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.