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 Djibouti and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MC5 to the funk 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liliput,
The Move,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Style,
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grauzone,
The Birthday Party,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Agent Orange,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxy Music,
The Last Poets,
UT,
Scan 7,
Tim Buckley,
Main Source,
Gang Starr,
LL Cool J,
Brass Construction,
Blancmange,
Metal Thangz,
Angry Samoans,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren,
Archie Shepp,
The Invisible,
Audionom,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camberwell Now,
Fluxion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Hill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mantronix,
Half Japanese,
Stetsasonic,
the Association,
Iggy Pop,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Smog,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Associates,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sister Nancy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
Carl Craig,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.