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 Hungary and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Second Layer to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The United States of America,
Yusef Lateef,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Sheep,
Lindisfarne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Almond,
Ossler,
Deakin,
The Busters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Little Man,
Derrick Morgan,
Deepchord,
Icehouse,
The Trojans,
Derrick May,
Arcadia,
Black Moon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Sex Pistols,
Mantronix,
Subhumans,
Pussy Galore,
Pulsallama,
The Five Americans,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Fraelich,
Wire,
Todd Rundgren,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fugazi,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
Model 500,
Sparks,
Mars,
Monolake,
T.S.O.L.,
Outsiders,
Sällskapet,
Supertramp,
Q and Not U,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Dolphy,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
The Searchers,
Harry Pussy,
Chris & Cosey,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.