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 Chad and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Duran Duran 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brick,
Thee Headcoats,
L. Decosne,
Vainqueur,
Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
The Cowsills,
Procol Harum,
The Misunderstood,
Wolf Eyes,
Charles Mingus,
Skaos,
The Moleskins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Birthday Party,
Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
Rufus Thomas,
Pulsallama,
Minutemen,
Blake Baxter,
B.T. Express,
The Stooges,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Angels of Light,
Yellowson,
Newcleus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Lydon,
Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Duran Duran,
Soft Machine,
Bluetip,
Monolake,
The Dead C,
Unwound,
Clear Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Juan Atkins,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
Intrusion,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Green,
Japan,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Slits,
Zero Boys,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.