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 Bulgaria and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 These Immortal Souls to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Lynne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drexciya,
Joe Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Graham Central Station,
The Black Dice,
Minnie Riperton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Starr,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
Brand Nubian,
Minutemen,
Ultravox,
Alphaville,
Duran Duran,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slave,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
Jeff Mills,
The Slits,
The Busters,
Franke,
The Pop Group,
Ultra Naté,
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
R.M.O.,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
Outsiders,
ABC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lyres,
Bad Manners,
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
Public Enemy,
Faraquet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skaos,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Rundgren,
EPMD,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.