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 Kyrgyzstan and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 The Moody Blues to the rap 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
The Happenings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Excepter,
Franke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eurythmics,
Drexciya,
The Remains,
David McCallum,
Clear Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Wire,
The Invisible,
Toni Rubio,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
The Trojans,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel,
Roger Hodgson,
Harmonia,
Public Enemy,
Prince Buster,
The Motions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacob Miller,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Make Up,
the Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Eden Ahbez,
June of 44,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
Crash Course in Science,
Easy Going,
Second Layer,
The Raincoats,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
Camouflage,
T. Rex,
EPMD,
Inner City,
The Golliwogs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.