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 Singapore and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the funk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
the Germs,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
Sister Nancy,
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
Liliput,
Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
Half Japanese,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
Graham Central Station,
Groovy Waters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hot Snakes,
Visage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
the Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minutemen,
Das Ding,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlback,
This Heat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pulsallama,
The Residents,
The Monochrome Set,
Quantec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
China Crisis,
New Order,
The Leaves,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moleskins,
Mandrill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Busters,
Blake Baxter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
Angry Samoans,
Parry Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang of Four,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.