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 Suriname and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Clear Light to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Kas Product,
The Victims,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker,
Cymande,
La Düsseldorf,
John Holt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter and Kerry,
The Trojans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Rundgren,
John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Althea and Donna,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pylon,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ponytail,
The Doors,
Don Cherry,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anthony Braxton,
Masters at Work,
Terry Callier,
Second Layer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joey Negro,
Intrusion,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
Tubeway Army,
Alice Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Piero Umiliani,
Hoover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Y Pants,
DJ Style,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brand Nubian,
Make Up,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.